A Shadow Poem of Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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:
Give thanks for things of multi-coloured hue:
The speckled hen who scratches in the soil
And marbled sky of fleetly fading day.
The brindled moth that in the lamplight flew,
The mottled snake, from which I do recoil,
Who’s rattling throat strikes fear into her prey.
Praise be for colours of a dappled range -
The tawny owl, contented dairy cow
And freckled trout who in clear waters swim.
God’s hand brings blessings to our dappled world –