Monday October 21<\/p>\n
Here’s another Gerard Manley Hopkins, maybe my favorite — exulting in autumn stirs my blood every year about now; leaves reaching to catch my attention and open me to stillness in the middle of a day’s hustle. You too, I hope.<\/p>\n
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844\u201389). Poems. 1918.<\/p>\n
14. Hurrahing in Harvest<\/strong><\/p>\n SUMMER ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes, And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder <\/p>\n john sj<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Monday October 21 Here’s another Gerard Manley Hopkins, maybe my favorite — exulting in autumn stirs my blood every year about now; leaves reaching to catch my attention and open me to stillness in the middle of a day’s hustle. … Continue reading
\nAround; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
\nOf silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
\nMeal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?<\/p>\n
\nDown all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
\nAnd, \u00e9yes, he\u00e1rt, what looks, what lips yet gave you a
\nRapturous love\u2019s greeting of realer, of rounder replies?<\/p>\n
\nMajestic\u2014as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!\u2014
\nThese things, these things were here and but the beholder
\nWanting; which two when they once meet,
\nThe heart rears wings bold and bolder
\nAnd hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.<\/p>\n