AM all at once what Christ is, ' since he was what I am, and
This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, ' patch, matchwood, immortal
Is immortal diamond.
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth,
then chevy on an air-
built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they
throng; they glitter in marches.
Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, ' wherever an elm
Shivelights and shadowtackle in long ' lashes lace, lance,
Delightfully the bright wind boisterous ' ropes, wrestles,
beats earth bare
Of yestertempest's creases; ' in pool and rut peel parches
Squandering ooze to squeezed ' dough, crust, dust; stanches,
Squadroned masks and manmarks ' treadmire toil there
Footfretted in it. Million-fueled, ' nature's bonfire burns
Nature's bonfire burns on.
|Gerard Manley Hopkins