Friday, 12 October 2012

Pied Beauty


When I collected my breakfast fig [which has been a daily treat for the last couple of weeks] I removed some of the tree’s dying leaves – in brindled, spotted, dappled shades of green and gold and amber and brown. They were too gorgeous to discard – so I arranged them in my big china platter- and put the apples and oranges from the fruit bowl on top. The Coxes Orange Pippins were a riot of colour too – and I was reminded of Gerard Manley Hopkins lovely poem…

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 all trades, 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.


  1. I love this poem and remember doing a Literacy lesson with 9/10 year olds based around it. They really got into the descriptive words - fresh firecoal chestnut falls! rose moles all in stipple! - what wonderful, beautiful language!

  2. that plate looks lovely...fab autumn colours

  3. Oh, I love Hopkins! A perfect poem for this time of year.


  4. I've loved this poem ever since I first read it as a child. Thanks for reminding me of it.

  5. Stunning colours that befit the poem.
    Kiwi Fi

  6. Favourite Autumn post so far!

  7. Those words just sing.

    Lovely colours on your gold-green figleaf-appled plate!


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