April 7th, 2005
|01:32 pm - Apparently, April is National Poetry Month!|
Here's one by Gerard Manley Hopkins, which I have always loved because he is so beautifully blunt with God about his frustration with his life.
THOU ART INDEED JUST, LORD, IF I CONTEND
Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum: verumtamen justa loquar ad te: Quare via impiorum prosperatur? &c.
Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend
With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just.
Why do sinners’ ways prosper? and why must
Disappointment all I endeavour end?
Wert thou my enemy, O thou my friend,
How wouldst thou worse, I wonder, than thou dost
Defeat, thwart me? Oh, the sots and thralls of lust
Do in spare hours more thrive than I that spend,
Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and brakes
Now leavèd how thick! lacèd they are again
With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes
Them; birds build—but not I build; no, but strain,
Time’s eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes.
Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.
Current Mood: broody
Oh, I like that. I'll have to look this fellow up.
Some of his poems are just ridiculously complicated works of wordiness, but the really good ones (like above) are perfectly balanced lines of sound, rhythm, metaphor. I *love* reading/quoting them aloud (maybe it's the alliteration).
Gerard Manley Hopkins
I don't think I'd seen that poem of his before; I like. Conveys the frustration well.
The first two lines of his "God's Grandeur" have been stuck in my head ever since my college Poetry class: "The world is charged with the grandeur of God. / It will flame out, like shining from shook foil." I found his "Pied Beauty" much more to my taste, though, overall:
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:
|Date:||April 29th, 2005 07:03 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Gerard Manley Hopkins
Oh, yes...most of my friends have heard me randomly quote "Pied Beauty" at some point. :-) It's a splendid expression of all that I find attractive in the word, and once you start reciting it, you can't stop! It just pulls you along to the "Praise him!"