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headspacebecky

• 09:45:03 am on April 10, 2008 | # |
  

  what a beautiful morning to walk to work. reminded me of this poem by G M Hopkins

  Glory be to God for dappled things–
  For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
  For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
  Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
  Landscape plotted and pieced–fold, fallow, and plough;
  And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
  All things counter, original, spare, strange;
  Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
  With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
  He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise Him.

   

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