Friday, March 25, 2016

Spring Poem

Sharing a poem with you all -  
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.   

What is all this juice and all this joy? 
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning 
Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1844 - 1889

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