It's been far too long since I've last posted a weekly poem, and today I am here to remedy that misfortune! I recently encountered this beautiful piece of poetry and thought it was too appropriate not to share. In March my tutorial's literature class conducted an extensive study of the works of the world's most acclaimed poets, but none of the pieces better fit this most lovely of seasons than the one I'm including below. Hopkins likens the new world at spring's birth to the purity of Eden before the Fall of man. While the season of spring does not wash the world of its sin, it does present us with a glimpse of Eden's radiance and the beauty of Paradise to come. Do enjoy!
By Gerard Manley Hopkins
Nothing is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.
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