let us give thanks

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 áll trádes, 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 is one of my favourite poets.