Pied Beauty
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 with 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.
- Gerard Manley Hopkins
The words and pictures perfectly complement one another! Beautiful! <3
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ReplyDeleteI agree with Jandi! Such an incredibly descriptive poem.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photography and beautiful words. This is one of my very favourite poems (and poets :) Thank you for sharing. Have a great week!
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