Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow?

+++ JOB 38 1 Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said, 2 Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? 3 Gird up now thy loins like a man; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me. 4 Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding. 5 Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it? 6 Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof; 7 When the morning stars sang…

Wilderment

+++ Hurrahing in Harvest by Gerard Manley Hopkins Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies? I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes, Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour; And, éyes, heárt, what looks, what lips yet gave you a Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies? And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder Majestic—as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!—These things, these things were here and but…

Buy then! Bid then!—What?—

+++ The Starlight Night by Gerard Manley Hopkins Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there! Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves’-eyes! The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies! Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare! Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare!— Ah well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize. Buy then! bid then!—What?—Prayer, patience, aims, vows. Look, look: a May-mess, like on orchard boughs! Look! March-bloom, like on mealed-with-yellow sallows!…

Range and State

+++ Let Me Be to Thee by Gerard Manley Hopkins Let me be to Thee as the circling bird, Or bat with tender and air-crisping wingsThat shapes in half-light his departing rings, From both of whom a changeless note is heard.I have found my music in a common word, Trying each pleasurable throat that singsAnd every praised sequence of sweet strings, And know infallibly which I preferred. The authentic cadence was discovered lateWhich ends those only strains that I approve, And other science all gone out of dateAnd minor sweetness scarce made mention of: I have found the dominant of…

Velvet ears

+++ TO THE RIVER OTTER by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West!How many various-fated years have passed,What happy and what mournful hours, since lastI skimmed the smooth thin stone along thy breast,Numbering its light leaps! Yet so deep impressedSink the sweet scenes of childhood, that mine eyesI never shut amid the sunny ray,But straight with all their tints thy waters rise,Thy crossing plank, thy marge with willows grey,And bedded sand that, veined with various dyes,Gleamed through thy bright transparence! On my way,Visions of childhood! oft have ye beguiledLone manhood’s cares, yet waking fondest sighs:Ah! that…

The unfathering deeps

+++ I swear to Oprah, ‘The Wreck of the Deutschland’ is the best post-9/11 poem we’ve got. +++ THE WRECK OF THE DEUTSCHLAND GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS (1844-1889) To the happy memory of five Franciscan Nuns exiles by the Falk Laws drowned between midnight and morning of Dec. 7th. 1875 PART THE FIRST 1                 THOU mastering me             God! giver of breath and bread;         World’s strand, sway of the sea;             Lord of living and dead;     Thou hast bound bones and veins in me, fastened me flesh,         5     And after it almost unmade, what with dread,         Thy doing: and dost thou touch me…

Unbecoming conjunctions

From Jane Austen’s Persuasion. +++ There was a momentary expression in Captain Wentworth’s face at this speech, a certain glance of his bright eye, and curl of his handsome mouth, which convinced Anne, that instead of sharing in Mrs Musgrove’s kind wishes, as to her son, he had probably been at some pains to get rid of him; but it was too transient an indulgence of self-amusement to be detected by any who understood him less than herself; in another moment he was perfectly collected and serious, and almost instantly afterwards coming up to the sofa, on which she and…

The Garden

+++ …by love into a single volume bound,the pages scattered through the universe… –DANTE +++ Those thoughts to me were oaks. –SHAKESPEARE +++ …a book made full of days (pages),a ready effort full of all places thenthat may be because I have loved them… –DUNCAN +++ Every book is a quotation; and every house is a quotationout of all forests and mines and stone quarries; and everyman is a quotation from all his ancestors. –EMERSON +++ To ask or search I blame thee not, for heavenIs as the book of God before thee set,Wherein to read his wondrous works, and…