The poem
Glory be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him.
first of all,he is of the view that the existence of God is real and he believes strongly that this omnipotent creator enabled him to see the special beauty in the world of nature-the perplexity surrounding life itself,and of course,the unpredictables.again his is a passionate christian.
any idiot would know by reading this poem that its not solely based on God. He is commenting on beautiful FRECKLES!!!!!!!!! damn it read it again and think this time...
poema de mierda q no se como mierda analizarlo y encima no lo entiendo ! sepan disculpar mi enojo !! grrrrrr
hopkins was definately gay. his poem harry plough man is so homo erotic, he used religion as an escapisim method from reality... he loved men!
i wish we all 've naturalist eyes, as Hopkins, to sense nature and bring meaning to life,,,,,,,,,and to, on the top of dat, stop thinkin' anti-nature ideas,,,,,,like gayhood!!