Pied Beauty

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.
Gerard Manley Hopkins

Dappled things worthy of praise…

Be Loved,



  1. Ur-spo Says:

    I don’t think that is what the poet was thinking when it was composed but it seems apt…..

  2. Foxy Stone Says:

    what motley thing before my eyes
    in shades of slanted slate and tan
    underneath such sunless skys
    in fretting wonder do I stand

    what strangest brindled broken shades
    of pink, of rose, and ocher bruised
    for as the evening color fades
    into such secret subtle hues

    in praise of diversity I do stand
    to hear the chorus bloom
    of sights of variegated man
    and never more assume

  3. Robert Says:

    Hi Daniel,

    I linked you on my blog. From a fellow Arizonan to another, Merry Christmas. 🙂

  4. matty Says:

    that is an interesting poem. seems like it has so many meanings. i need to think about it.

  5. Citysqwirl Says:

    that’s some good dappling.

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