Sunday 21 October 2007

ah! bright wings.

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, God's Grandeur

3 comments:

David McKay said...

Loved Hopkins at school.
Haven't read it in years, but did remember the spelling

manlEy

Campbell said...

Isn't it a beautiful poem? He uses words very sparingly, to great effect. Sorry to hear about the eye - the picture looks... uncomfortable.

Gordon Cheng said...

David: Of course! *Slaps self upside of the head*. I will say a little bell in my head went *ding* when I saw the spelling first, but I trusted my friend whose website I copied it off.

Campbell: Yes, it is beautiful. I don't read enough poetry but am trying to rectify the error.