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mythweaver2025I walked past our shelf of poetry books this morning, somewhat dusty from neglect, and thought 'I should be using those - they might re-spark some creativity!' I grabbed the nearest collection 'Poetry from 1870-1914' and flicked ...
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Extract from 'Spring' by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring -
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
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(glances out of the window)
Very pale blue sky, bright sunshine, and the glimmer of fading frost. Early spring, bringing promise to the world - well, my bit of it, anyway!
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Extract from 'Spring' by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring -
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
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(glances out of the window)
Very pale blue sky, bright sunshine, and the glimmer of fading frost. Early spring, bringing promise to the world - well, my bit of it, anyway!
