"As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying Whát I dó is me: for that I came...."
- from As Kingfishers Catch Fire by Gerard Manley Hopkins
(Read the full poem here.)
Gorgeous rose and my favorite poet. Thank you for another great blog.
ReplyDeletep.s. please post more grafitti.