Nothing is so beautiful as spring—	
  When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;	
  Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush	
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring	
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;	
  The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush	
  The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush	
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.	 	
What is all this juice and all this joy?	
  A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning	
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,	
  Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,	
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,	
  Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning. 
                                           - Gerard Manley Hopkins
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3 Responses to Finally

  1. Hopkins is always great. He said of Christ “I fear Him.” Spring is uncompromising in its adoration of heart. I feel that my heart is very like Jim’s orb. Fragile, global and illumined by the Holy Spirit and full of names of those which have passed to a more sacred dimension which art and poetry is—the names of a more sacred dimension.

  2. Janis Grogan says:

    How beautiful! Thank you Jim. ‘See you Wednesday.

  3. Warren CLARK says:

    Lovely. Warren


    I caught my morning’s morning minion Daylight dappled dawn drawn falcon Kingdom of daylight …


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