Freckled

Glory 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 falls; finches' wings;

Landscape plotted and pieced - fold, fallow, and plough;

And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;

Whatever is fickle, freckles (who knows how?)

With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;

He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:

Praise him.

Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins.

Comments

[Fran]

I have loved this poem for many years; perfect for the promise of spring which has finally arrived.

[GeraniumCat]

Lovely - thank you!

[Ruth M]

One of my all time favorite poems... thank you so much!

[Barbara]

Love your pictures and that poem, an old favourite. Thank you.