Friday, June 29, 2012

‘As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme’



I know this is a difficult poem, please give it a chance.....

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme; 
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 Whát I do is me: for that I came. 
 
Í say móre: the just man justices; 
Kéeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces;         
Acts in God's eye what in God’s eye he is— 
Chríst—for Christ plays in ten thousand places, 
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his 
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.
Gerard Manley Hopkins

5 comments:

K Howell said...

Recognised Hopkins in your title- one of the best sounding lines: As tumbled over rim in roundy wells/ Stones ring;
Love that.
Also love the light saturation in your painting. Are you using white glazes or removing paint, if it's not too personal a question?

Ewen MacDonald watercolouristanbul said...

Thanks, I love that poem....

I scrub off the paint with a large coarse brush using a lot of water... it gets a little messy.

K Howell said...

Messy is effective! Lovely.

K Howell said...

Messy is effective! Lovely work.

JVS said...

Lovely... both the poem and the painting.

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