The Longest Now

Every mortal thing now flame, dwell, be, tell, tumble, sing: For this I came
Monday October 29th 2012, 11:02 am
Filed under: Glory, glory, glory,poetic justice,SJ


As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves — goes itself, myself it speaks and spells,
Crying Whát I do is me: for this I came.

GMH, SJ Cowbird

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Don’t forget the fair-set emphasis in Hopkins’s original. And the cadence crescendo through the final stanza.

Í say móre: the just man justices;
Kéeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is—
Chríst—for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.

Comment by Mora T. 10.29.12 @ 2:04 pm

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