Consecrated to the Heart of the Redeemer under the patronage of the Theotokos and Fr. Gerard Manley Hopkins, S.J.

03 October 2019

Hurrahing in Harvest

SUMMER ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise
  Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
  Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?
I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,        5
  Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
  And, éyes, heárt, what looks, what lips yet gave you a
Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies?
And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder
  Majestic—as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!—        10
These things, these things were here and but the beholder
  Wanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolder
  And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.




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I love Hopkins' characteristic use of alliteration: "hung hills," "world-wielding," "stallion stalwart" etc.  In the repetition of sheaves along a field we detect the Creator's majesty.





28 September 2019

27 September 2019

The Handsome Heart


God's grace inspired a young boy to agree to whatever his father wanted to give him. I wish I had been as agreeable in the grocery store.

25 September 2019

Thou Art Indeed Just, Lord

My latest recitation of GMH is one of the first I encountered as a precocious boy praying the Liturgy of the Hours. This poem was among a dozen or so others from George Herbert, Francis Thompson, etc. in the back of the volumes.



Where's my share of fruitfulness? he asks in these languishing lines.