God's Grandeur Comments

i love this poem.

if any religion can stir one's sense of reverence, then that individual has been well-served.

This poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins fill my senses with the grandeur of God. The rhythm of the words just pierces the mind and refreshes the soul.

A poem which after nearly 150 years of further degradation of the earth and spirit, still lifts my hopes and encourages me.

It is so ghatia

The poem deserves a better reader! Is that a robot? so sad to miss such an opportunity!

The world is charged with the grandeur of God, but man in all of his strivings has wrecked upon nature much destruction, and yet nature is never spent. A wondrous contemplation of God, man and nature.

this is so great i love it :)

Ooze of oil, smear, smudge, smell, seared, bleared, brown, brink and all the “freshness” to go with it. I really need freshness in a poem—a preachy Christian pantheist’s view of nature. No wonder why children have never learned to write well. Look at what their English teachers dump on them.

I love this poem dearly. It expresses an extraordinary vision that I do not think you have to be religious to feel. Where the poem turns at And for all this nature is never spent, there is such joy rising to the beautiful conclusion.

Breathtaking. Perfection.

Super like this poem

It is greatness at its height. I don't see how traditional Anglo-Saxon sounds of Celtic, (Welsh) in his case: should be interpreted. The Sprung Rhythm is Cynghanedd (Harmonies of consonants) which he bravely uses in the Anglo- Saxon idiom so very successfully, so I suppose this is what Frank means. All I know is that it accomplishes all that Frank said, excitemnet, anticipation, reverence, and love for something called Hiraeth in Welsh: translated it means: A longing for something this world can never give. Emphasis on 'this' to imply the world elsewhere. Panmelys

Such a splendid example of Hopkins' poetry at his best - with such a tender yet awesome message. Just the first four lines state the message in enduring, endearing terms. Here we see Hopkins' creative experimentation with language and form: his rhymes, including insistent internal rhymes, persistent alliteration and consonance, and what he called his sprung rhythm - a variation on traditional Anglo-Saxon tetrameter with heaped up unaccented syllables, creating a sense of excitement, anticipation, and yet reverence. 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?