Archive - Nov 2, 2005

Some Hopkins

It has been a while since I have subjected you readers to the syntactical puzzles of my favorite poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins, the tortured 19th century British priest. However, his metaphysical view of nature--as well as his concentrated, eccentric use of the language, sticks in one's head if you stick with it long enough. This morning after taking the photos below, the phrases "all is smeared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil" came to mind. All I had to do to find the poem was type that phrase in on Google.