Woke up to 22 degrees and light, silent snow. Living beauty in the mountains.
“Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere …”
Found my old crumbling copy of Gerard Manley Hopkins poems the other day. I read his work more in my “faith days” but I still find small treasures in some lines.
-“O the mind, mind has mountains …”
-“All Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.”
Even secular readers can empathize with his pathos:
For the sheer joy of reading a well-crafted poem aloud:
For someone struggling with depression, especially related to beliefs:
And one of his I read in a Poetry class in high school:
We can wonder how many more mountains of the mind we could climb with Hopkins if his faith hadn’t driven him to burn so many of his poems!