A Poem by by G.M. Hopkins

Mariani gives this introduction to Hopkins’ poem:
“And
for a long moment we are outside the stress of history and in another
rhythm altogether—God’s time, aeonic time, the time of the stars, of
the sublimity of thunder, the beauty of the “dappled-with-damson west,”
God’s infinitely pied beauty, kept constantly in being, and constantly
refreshed. God there for the asking, if we will but ask, His mystery
instressed and stressed upon us, if we will but look hard enough.”
I kiss my handTo the stars, lovely-asunder
Starlight, wafting him out of it; and
Glow, glory in thunder;
Kiss my hand to the dappled-with-damson west;
Since, though he is under the world’s splendor and wonder,
His mystery must be instressed, stressed;
For I greet him the day I meet him, and bless when I understand.
-G.M.Hopkins





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