Today's selection is by Gerard Manley Hopkins. Unless my memory fails me as a former English major, I believe Hopkins was a Jesuit priest with a distaste for Latinate words. Um, yeah.
Thanks to this quirk, he wrote, IMHO, some of the most beautiful poetry in the English language. The following poem is one of my favorites of his, even though I'm not a religious person. The imagery and sound are just so wonderful.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
And for all this, nature is never spent;
Oh I love this one! I love Hopkins! Thank you.
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