Sunday, November 17, 2013

Pied Beauty

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.

1 comment:

Joanna Jenkins said...

Still as beautiful and relevant today as it was the day it was written. Thanks for sharing.
Happy Thanksgiving, Peaches.
xo jj