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Victorian: religious skepticism, artist=genius, science, whimsical, bridge to Modernism
Note: Hopkins studied theology at St. Beuno's College in Wales-deeply religious
God is all around, visible only sometimes in flashes,
like glinting light from crumpled foil
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The world is charged wíth the grándeur of God.=
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil=olives crushed into oil=olives useless until oil is made
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?=Why don't men appreciate God?
Génerátions have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared, with toil;=Industrialization,oil
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.=man can not feel/appreciate nature when they wear shoes
Ánd, for all this , náture is never spent;=Despite this, nature is still beautiful and plentiful
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;=Nature is the answer; a breath of fresh air
And though the last lights off the black West went=Industrialization
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost óver the bent=Combines science with religion
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.=Hope for the world
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Dungey, Allison M. “‘Pied Beauty’: God the Creator.”
Victorian Web, www.victorianweb.org/authors/
hopkins/dungey.html.
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“Gerard Manley Hopkins.” Poetry Foundation, Poetry Foundation,
www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/gerard-manley-hopkins.
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Keegan, Alexandra. “A Loss of Childhood, a Looming Discovery
of Death in Hopkins' Poem ‘Spring and Fall.’” Victorian Web,
www.victorianweb.org/authors/hopkins/keegan.html.
“Sonnet.” Poetry Foundation, Poetry Foundation,
www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/sonnet.
“Sprung Rhythm.” Poetry Foundation, Poetry Foundation,
www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/sprung-rhythm.
“Victorian.” Poetry Foundation, Poetry Foundation,
www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/victorian.
The world is charged wíth the grándeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Génerátions have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared, with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
Ánd, for all this , náture is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost óver the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
“Victorian Literature.” Victorian Literature - New World
Encyclopedia, www.newworldencyclopedia.org/entry/
Victorian_Literature.
(green outside, red inside), and colorful bird wings
Yes, even for human-made things-land plotted out for houses, fields of different colors
Glóry be to God for dappled things—=Praise God for multi-colored things-a list
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;=For skies colored like spotted cows
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;=For the spots on fish
Fresh-firecoal chestnut—fálls; fínches' wings;=For chestnuts that fall from trees
Lándscape plotted and pieced-fold, fallow, and plough;=
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spáre, stránge;=Begins discussion and analysis of everything listed above
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)=Praise God for strange, multi-colored, imperfect things
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;=All different kinds of things are great
He fathers-forth whose beauty is pást chánge:=God is responsible for such things
Práise him.
Márgarét, áre you gríeving=Margaret is symbol of every child who grieves the changing of the seasons
Over Goldengrove unleaving?=Do you grieve the leaves falling?
Leáves, líke the things of mán, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Áh! ás the héart grows ólder=As you mature
It will come to such sights colder=You will see things worse than this
By and by, nor spare a sigh=Beginning of triplet and shift
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;=Dead leaves spread out randomly on the ground
And yet you weep and know why.=You will be sad=destiny to mourn
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow's spríngs áre the sáme.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed=Margaret can't express what she feels
What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
It ís the blíght man was bórn for,=Destined to mourn-"inherent sorrow in the human condition of mortality"
It is Margaret you mourn for.=It is the loss of innocence you mourn
will
Glóry 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—fálls; fínches' wings;
Lándscape plotted and pieced-fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spáre, stránge;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is pást chánge:
Práise him.
to a young child
Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves, líke the things of mán, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Áh! ás the héart grows ólder
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow's spríngs áre the sáme.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
It ís the blíght man was bórn for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
will