One of my favourite poets-Gerard Manley Hopkins-enjoy to Enya’s China Roses
Glory be to God for dappled things –
My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,
All felled, felled, are all felled;
Of a fresh and following folded rank
Not spared, not one
That dandled a sandalled
Shadow that swam or sank
On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding bank.
O if we but knew what we do
When we delve or hew—
Hack and rack the growing green!
Since country is so tender
To touch, her being so slender,
That, like this sleek and seeing ball
But a prick will make no eye at all,
Where we, even where we mean
To mend her we end her,
When we hew or delve:
After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.
Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve
Strokes of havoc unselve
The sweet especial scene,
Rural scene, a rural scene,
Sweet especial rural scene.
Beautiful words, beautiful music. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you-I agree! I might do more of these if only because I like reading lovely poetry to lovely music. Or funny poetry to funny music. Ooooo that’s given me something different to do! Thank you.
Now you’ve got me curious. I look forward to what this has inspired. 🙂