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Monday, March 13, 2023

God’s Grandeur: Poem by Gerald Manly 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 now not wreck his rod
Generations have trodded, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wear man's smudge and share man's smell: the soil.
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod...
O' morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs---
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Gerard Manly Hopkins
Acknowledgement: Ferguson, Salter, Stallwarthy.
The Norton Anthology of Poetry


georgekurian said...

Dear Jayan
What a beautiful poem !!
Congratulations. keep writing

Unknown said...

So beautiful!