Friday, December 24, 2010

stars and tree...


float from the borders of the main.
the vast of heaven strung with brilliant stars.
how looks the night? there does not miss a star.
the million sorts of unaccounted motes
now quicken, sheathed in the yellow galaxy.
there is no parting or bare interstice
where the sting of compass of a skylark's wings
would not put out some tiny golden centre.
stars waving their indivisible rays.
sky fleeced with the milky way.
night's lantern
pointed with pierced lights, and breaks of rays
discover'd everywhere.
the sky minted into golden sequins.
stars like gold tufts.
- - golden bees.
- - golden rowels.
sky peak'd with tiny flames.
stars like tiny spoked wheels of fire.
lanterns of night, pierced in eyelets.
his gilded rowels
now stars of blood.
a star most spiritual, principal, preeminent
of all the golden press.
or ever the early stirrings of skylark
might cover the neighbor downs with a span of singing,
while phospher, risen upon the shallowing dark,
in the ruddied country of the day's up-bringing
stood capital, eminent, ... gonfalon-bearer
to all the starry press, -

gerard manly hopkins, star images: september to december 1864 (from poems for the millennium volume 3), image: cyanotype, 1870's

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Blogger ArtSparker said...

Like a gloss on the angels dancing on the head of a pin (or perhaps they were stationary, but this would have them dancing). Happy Holiday to you and your family.

10:25 AM  
Anonymous  said...

I Love her nose ♥

2:58 PM  
Blogger Moon River said...

Merry Christmas and happy holiday to you and to your beloved ones

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2:02 PM  

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