As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme. Poem of the week by Gerard Manley Hopkins
3 August, 2010
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AS kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;
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As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
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Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
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Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
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Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
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Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
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Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
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Crying Whát I do is me: for that I came.
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Í say móre: the just man justices;
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Kéeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces;
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Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is—
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Chríst—for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
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Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
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To the Father through the features of men’s faces.
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I was inclined to tell the Jim Wilson story to a fellow juicer recently, This guy is an inspiring character and I see his inpirees all over the place. That he is returning to NZ is a great benefit to the nation.
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