“Nothing is so beautiful
as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.”—English poet and Jesuit priest Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889), “Spring,” in Gerard Manley Hopkins: Poems and Prose (1985)
Yesterday, I took the
image accompanying this post in Overpeck County Park, not far from where I live
in Bergen County, NJ.
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.”—English poet and Jesuit priest Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889), “Spring,” in Gerard Manley Hopkins: Poems and Prose (1985)
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