Potted Flowers with Books IV Eric Barjot The Starlight Night Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there! Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves'-eyes! The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies! Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles' set on a flare! Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare! - Ah well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize. Buy then! bid then! - What? - Prayer, patience, alms, vows, Look, look: a May-ness, like on orchard boughs! Look! March-bloom, like on mealed-with-yellow sallows! These are indeed the barn; withindoors house The shocks. This piece-bright paling shuts the spouse Christ home, Christ and his mother and all his hallows. Gerard Manley Hopkins (28th July 1844 - 8th June 1889) |
Thursday 12 February 2015
The Thursday Poem
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