02-11-2008 05:43 PM - edited 02-11-2008 05:44 PM
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.
34. ‘As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme’
AS kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;
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: 5
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying Whát I do is me: for that I came.
Í say móre: the just man justices;
Kéeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces; 10
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is—
Chríst—for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.
A truly lovely poem and the point where Hanna realized who she was and her purpose in life. She really was the combination of her mother and father; a mother (a brain surgeon) who saved lives in the most delicate part of the human body and a father (a wonderful artist). And now she found herself as one who saved art and was able to take risks for what she loved.
Message Edited by bentley on 02-11-2008 05:44 PM
02-12-2008 06:47 AM
Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.