Friday, March 23, 2007

Friday Poetry: Spring

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NOTHING is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; 5
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning 10
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

-Gerard Manley Hopkins
from "Poems." 1918

I absolutely love that line "What is all this juice and all this joy?" It could be my theme song. I fell in love with Hopkins the first time I read this poem. You can go read more of him on Bartleby. You can find more Friday Poetry rounded up by Elaine Magliaro at Blue Rose Girls. If you have a poem come to mind today go ahead and drop her a comment and she'll add you to the mix!

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