Today I'm thankful for how this poem sounds when read aloud.
Pied Beauty
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| GLORY be to God for dappled things— | |
| For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; | |
| For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; | |
| Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; | |
| Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; | |
| And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. | |
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| All things counter, original, spare, strange; | |
| Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) | |
| With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; | |
| He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: | |
| Praise him. |
-Gerard Manley Hopkins
Thank you, Mr. Hopkins for this poem and your many others.
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