The Sorrows of Young Werewolf (eyeteeth) wrote,
The Sorrows of Young Werewolf

Whose beauty is past change

A little while ago, as I was copy-editing, I found a tabby hair on the page. This was surprising as I am not at home but at the Mammon offices today, and Attica was never here. Unless it is from some unrelated tabby, therefore, this hair must have hitched a ride on me all the way from my apartment.

I knew it was a tabby hair because it had five bands, alternating bone-color and gray. This made me think of a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, a nineteenth-century Jesuit priest who burned most of his poems because he thought they distracted him from the business of worship. I'm surprised I never thought of it while Attica was alive:

Pied Beauty
Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-color 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 plow;
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.
Tags: attica, gerard manley hopkins, officelife, poetry
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