As I Got Out of the Shower…
As I got out of the shower this morning and looked in the mirror, this poem came into my mind. It’s called Pied Beauty by Gerard Hopkins…and for some reason reminds me of being pregnant. Haha. I’m not sure why, unless dappled means less spotty and more dimply. Let’s just call it cherubic, shall we?
| 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; | 5 |
| 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: | 10 |
| Praise him. |
