Hurrahing in Harvest
Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise
Around; up above, what wind walks! what lovely behaviour
Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?
I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
And, eyes, heart, what looks, what lips yet gave you
Rapturous love's greeting of realer, of rounder replies?
And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder
Majestic--as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!--
These things, these things were here and but the beholder
Wanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolder
And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.
And this second one is one that I wrote in honor of my mother's Thanksgiving dinners, which I'm very sad to be missing this year.
Thanksgiving, Watching mashed potato cities
rise and fall in the space of an moment,
laden with all the gold of Ophir,
or,
pardon my mistake,
that must be gravy,
red-gold with cider and turkey brine.
For those of you who don't like poetry, here is another picture of Blaze. He is fat enough to be a Thanksgiving turkey, so it still fits with our theme. Enjoy your holiday!
Love, Courtney
Thank you for sharing the lovely poem by Hopkins. I am indeed honored by your poem. And thank you, thank you, for the yummy picture of Blaze. ahem...you could send me a full size picture if you were so inclined. Also, is that a new chair?
ReplyDeleteNope, not a new chair...I think it is part of Ryan's gleanings from his college days. But it mostly lives in the study and doesn't get out much.
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