Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

Our Mid-Month’s Poet: Gerald Manley Hopkins

God’s Grandeur by Gerald Manley Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs –
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

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2 thoughts on “Our Mid-Month’s Poet: Gerald Manley Hopkins

  1. And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

    Love these words, Tom. I have found deep comfort and nourishment in this poem. Absolutely wonderful.

    Like

  2. Glad you liked it, Don.
    His use of language is just so masterful.

    Like

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