Wednesday, May 04, 2005

like shining from shook foil --

i remember this from Evans's classes --

God's Grandeur

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs --
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Gerald Manley Hopkins


At 11:45 PM, May 16, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

thought you might be interested ;}

Google’s Grandeur

The WORLD is grown on the gleanings of Google.

It spits out fits, like salmon from spread nets;

It sifts statistics from simplistic sets –

Why do people pursue not its perusal?

Generations of schoolgirls and schoolboys (and schoolgirls)

Have searched, have lurched online, or have perched at

A screen, blogged ,cyber snogged and mmorpged. The Net

Is rich now (which to hitch, how?) but not glitch-frugal.

And for all this, Google is never unreplied –

There thrives the rightest relevance! Deep down thinks

Its servers. Though the last search be denied,

Oh, wisdom, at the winsome window, winks!

Because the browser over the world wide

Web blinks with swift bits and with ah! Bright links.



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