God’s Grandeur

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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.
-Gerard Manley Hopkins, Poems and Prose (Penguin Classics, 1985)
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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Paul Hawkinson says:

    The more I read this, the more I see the poet’s allusions.

    Still over my head, but it dangles discernible challenges.

    Oh well, back to boring holes. (not booring)

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  2. Edward Hopkins says:

    I have always loved this poem, especially the “Ah!”

    Like

  3. edfurlong says:

    Thank you so much for posting this; it has illuminated and blessed my day.

    Like

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