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A Poem for Spring: “Pied Beauty”

By March 13, 2019 5 Comments

By happy providence, this week’s warm-up (I mean, who needs a coat when it’s all the way up to 42!) coincided with one of my favorite sections in my British literature survey course: our study of the Victorian poet-priest Gerard Manley Hopkins.

In my view, Hopkins is in the running for best Christian poet ever. His poems are dense and delightful, faithful and fraught, innovative and idiosyncratic yet insightful. They bear reading again and again–each time yielding something beautiful and brilliant. During his own short life–he died of typhoid at age 44–Hopkins celebrated the glorious design of God’s world and each creature’s distinctive place within it (he called this distinctiveness “inscape,” short for inner landscape). When that inner landscape is projected out into the world through action (he called this “instress”), the result testifies to God’s individual stamp on each thing in creation. By extension, then, Hopkins’ poetry, which chronicles this process, helps the reader see anew this wondrous work. Even in his later “Terrible Sonnets,” where he struggles intensely with depression and spiritual sterility, Hopkins continues to look for even the smallest moments of grace to peek through.

What I particularly love about Hopkins is that his is not a generic celebration of God’s awesomeness and wonder. He writes at an angle: turning the reader’s eyes aslant, readjusting the frame, refocusing the viewfinder–choose your metaphor.

So this morning, I give you “Pied Beauty.” Here Hopkins wants us to look again at small, “patchy” things–not a more cliched view of beauty in an unbroken, glossy aesthetic or a grand symbol.

No, he says here: it’s not just the cow, it’s the variegated colors of the cow; it’s not just the fish, but its very spots; it’s not just the bird, but the bird’s wing. The sublime can be found everywhere, even (especially?) the gorgeous quilt that is farmland. Every job is lovely–and all the tools we need to do them, too. In short, beauty–however we find it and no matter how unconventional, norm-defying, odd–is all a minutely choreographed dance of praise.

Pay attention, he says, God’s plentitude lies in particularity.

And the only response is thanksgiving.

Pied Beauty 

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Glory be to God for dappled things – 
   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; 
      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; 
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; 
   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough; 
      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. 

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.

Jennifer L. Holberg

I am professor and chair of the Calvin University English department, where I have taught a range of courses in literature and composition since 1998. An Army brat, I have come to love my adopted hometown of Grand Rapids, Michigan. Along with my wonderful colleague, Jane Zwart, I am the co-director of the Calvin Center for Faith and Writing, which is the home of the Festival of Faith and Writing as well as a number of other exciting endeavors. Given my interest in teaching, I’m also the founding co-editor of the Duke University Press journal Pedagogy: Critical Approaches to Teaching Literature, Language, Composition and Culture. My book, Nourishing Narratives: The Power of Story to Shape Our Faith, was published in July 2023 by Intervarsity Press.


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