Birds buildbut not I build; no, but strain, Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. Mine,O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.
Gerard Manley HopkinsThe Indian gods are imposing, the Greek gods are not. Indeed they are not brave, not self-controlled, they have no manners, they are not gentlemen and ladies.
Gerard Manley HopkinsNothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.
Gerard Manley HopkinsSpring and Fall: To a Young Child Mรกrgarรฉt, are you grรญeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leรกves, lรญke the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! รกs the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you wรญll weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sรณrrow's sprรญngs รกre the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It รญs the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
Gerard Manley Hopkins