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For those who love art, my last post Hendix, by hendrix on Oct 16, 2007 21:23:30 GMT 1, A beautiful poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844โ89)
I think the words express the impending Trolleys print. The great Gerard Manley Hopkins puts across DESPARE AND HOPE.
My God what a legend. Please take the time to read the poem it changed my life.
THE LEADEN ECHO
HOW to kรฉepโis there รกny any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, lรกce, latch or catch or key to keep Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty, โฆ from vanishing away? ร is there no frowning of these wrinkles, rankรฉd wrinkles deep, Dรณwn? no waving off of these most mournful messengers, still messengers, sad and stealing messengers of grey? No there โs none, there โs none, O no there โs none, Nor can you long be, what you now are, called fair, Do what you may do, what, do what you may, And wisdom is early to despair: Be beginning; since, no, nothing can be done To keep at bay Age and ageโs evils, hoar hair, Ruck and wrinkle, drooping, dying, deathโs worst, winding sheets, tombs and worms and tumbling to decay; So be beginning, be beginning to despair. O there โs none; no no no there โs none: Be beginning to despair, to despair, Despair, despair, despair, despair. THE GOLDEN ECHO
Spare! There รญs one, yes I have one (Hush there!); Only not within seeing of the sun, Not within the singeing of the strong sun, Tall sunโs tingeing, or treacherous the tainting of the earthโs air, Somewhere elsewhere there is ah well where! one, Onรฉ. Yes I can tell such a key, I do know such a place, Where whateverโs prized and passes of us, everything that โs fresh and fast flying of us, seems to us sweet of us and swiftly away with, done away with, undone, Undone, done with, soon done with, and yet dearly and dangerously sweet Of us, the wimpled-water-dimpled, not-by-morning-matchรจd face, The flower of beauty, fleece of beauty, too too apt to, ah! to fleet, Never fleets mรณre, fastened with the tenderest truth To its own best being and its loveliness of youth: it is an everlastingness of, O it is an all youth! Come then, your ways and airs and looks, locks, maiden gear, gallantry and gaiety and grace, Winning ways, airs innocent, maiden manners, sweet looks, loose locks, long locks, lovelocks, gaygear, going gallant, girlgraceโ Resign them, sign them, seal them, send them, motion them with breath, And with sighs soaring, soaring sรญghs deliver Them; beauty-in-the-ghost, deliver it, early now, long before death Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beautyโs self and beautyโs giver. See; not a hair is, not an eyelash, not the least lash lost; every hair Is, hair of the head, numbered. Nay, what we had lighthanded left in surly the mere mould Will have waked and have waxed and have walked with the wind what while we slept, This side, that side hurling a heavyheaded hundredfold What while we, while we slumbered. O then, weary then why When the thing we freely fรณrfeit is kept with fonder a care, Fonder a care kept than we could have kept it, kept Far with fonder a care (and we, we should have lost it) finer, fonder A care kept.โWhere kept? Do but tell us where kept, where.โ Yonder.โWhat high as that! We follow, now we follow.โYonder, yes yonder, yonder, Yonder.
A beautiful poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844โ89)
I think the words express the impending Trolleys print. The great Gerard Manley Hopkins puts across DESPARE AND HOPE.
My God what a legend. Please take the time to read the poem it changed my life.
THE LEADEN ECHO
HOW to kรฉepโis there รกny any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, lรกce, latch or catch or key to keep Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty, โฆ from vanishing away? ร is there no frowning of these wrinkles, rankรฉd wrinkles deep, Dรณwn? no waving off of these most mournful messengers, still messengers, sad and stealing messengers of grey? No there โs none, there โs none, O no there โs none, Nor can you long be, what you now are, called fair, Do what you may do, what, do what you may, And wisdom is early to despair: Be beginning; since, no, nothing can be done To keep at bay Age and ageโs evils, hoar hair, Ruck and wrinkle, drooping, dying, deathโs worst, winding sheets, tombs and worms and tumbling to decay; So be beginning, be beginning to despair. O there โs none; no no no there โs none: Be beginning to despair, to despair, Despair, despair, despair, despair. THE GOLDEN ECHO
Spare! There รญs one, yes I have one (Hush there!); Only not within seeing of the sun, Not within the singeing of the strong sun, Tall sunโs tingeing, or treacherous the tainting of the earthโs air, Somewhere elsewhere there is ah well where! one, Onรฉ. Yes I can tell such a key, I do know such a place, Where whateverโs prized and passes of us, everything that โs fresh and fast flying of us, seems to us sweet of us and swiftly away with, done away with, undone, Undone, done with, soon done with, and yet dearly and dangerously sweet Of us, the wimpled-water-dimpled, not-by-morning-matchรจd face, The flower of beauty, fleece of beauty, too too apt to, ah! to fleet, Never fleets mรณre, fastened with the tenderest truth To its own best being and its loveliness of youth: it is an everlastingness of, O it is an all youth! Come then, your ways and airs and looks, locks, maiden gear, gallantry and gaiety and grace, Winning ways, airs innocent, maiden manners, sweet looks, loose locks, long locks, lovelocks, gaygear, going gallant, girlgraceโ Resign them, sign them, seal them, send them, motion them with breath, And with sighs soaring, soaring sรญghs deliver Them; beauty-in-the-ghost, deliver it, early now, long before death Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beautyโs self and beautyโs giver. See; not a hair is, not an eyelash, not the least lash lost; every hair Is, hair of the head, numbered. Nay, what we had lighthanded left in surly the mere mould Will have waked and have waxed and have walked with the wind what while we slept, This side, that side hurling a heavyheaded hundredfold What while we, while we slumbered. O then, weary then why When the thing we freely fรณrfeit is kept with fonder a care, Fonder a care kept than we could have kept it, kept Far with fonder a care (and we, we should have lost it) finer, fonder A care kept.โWhere kept? Do but tell us where kept, where.โ Yonder.โWhat high as that! We follow, now we follow.โYonder, yes yonder, yonder, Yonder.
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