Thursday, May 17, 2007


As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
... As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
... Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
... Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
... Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.

That's one of Hopkins' poems (undated).