Even during those years when I was not writing poetry, I would think of the fifth verse of G>M> Hopkins' "The Wreck of the Deutschland" when getting the paper from the mailbox on dark mornings, especially in colder weather, when the stars shone more brightly:
I kiss my hand
To the stars, lovely-asunder
Starlight, wafting him out of it; and
Glow, glory in thunder;
Kiss my hand to the dappled-with-damson west:
Since, tho' he is under the world's splendour and wonder,
His mystery must be instressed, stressed;
For I greet him the days I meet him, and bless when I understand.
Against deep-black sky
brilliance of starlight
descending to earth
raising eyes
to constellations and more
brilliance of starlight
descending to earth
raising eyes
to constellations and more
Arthur Turfa, copyright, 2015
I think Gerard Manley Hopkins would approve. Check out the site on Facebook and Google+ and add your 15 Words a Day. It does help keep a writer in practice.
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