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<\/a>I\u2019m not sure. This might have been the first poem I ever loved. And it was a Catholic poem, 40 years before I became a Catholic. William Merriss was the English teacher of all English teachers at my junior high school, and he, though probably not a Catholic (I don\u2019t know) taught me Gerard Manley Hopkins, a poet and, it turns out, a Jesuit. God bless Mr. Merriss.<\/a><\/p>\n
Pied Beauty<\/b>
Glory be to God for dappled things\u2014
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches\u2019 wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced\u2014fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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