Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | December 23, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: God’s Grandeur

by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 – 1889).


God’s Grandeur


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;                                                           5

        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;                                  10

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.




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