God’s Grandeur

Gerard Manley Hopkins 1844–1889

The world is charged with the grandeur 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? Generations 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.

 

And for all this, nature 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 over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

 In the Valley of the Elwy 
 Hopkins Poem in German 
Carrion Comfort 
Felix Randal 
Multilingual Translation Workshop 2008 
 That Nature is a heraclitean fire 
No Worst There is None 
Pied Beauty 
 The Windhover 
 Multilingual Translation Workshop aaaaa