Pied Beauty


Pied Beauty

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 áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.   

All things counter, original, spare, strange;   
  Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)   
    With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;   
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                  Praise him.

--Gerard Manly Hopkins



  1. All things counter, original, spare, strange -- words to garden by! Do I spy the spiral aloe?

  2. Words to garden by, yes indeed! That is A. polyphylla, still alive, replanted. I'm still hoping it can prosper here.

  3. I like the poem, too, along with your original and strange photos. Thanks for showing us what the poet meant.


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