Gerald Manley Hopkins: Binsey Poplars; Felled 1879



My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled,
Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,
All felled, felled, are all felled;
Of a fresh and following folded rank
Not spared, not one
That dandled a sandalled
Shadow that swam or sank
On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding bank.

O if we but knew what we do
When we delve or hew,
Hack and rack the growing green!
Since country is so tender
To touch, her being so slender,
That, like this leek and seeing ball
But a prick will make no eye at all,
Where we, even where we mean
To mend her we end her,
When we hew or delve:
After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.
Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve
Strokes of havoc unselve
The sweet especial scene,
Rural scene, a rural scene,
Sweet especial rural scene.

Gerald Manley Hopkins (1844 - 1889).



A fine plea for environmental awareness. The poet was well ahead of his time…

The poetry of things

The Natural World: all creatures, great and small.

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