Endless Apologies

I am a terrible updater of blogs! I'm so sorry. But fear not, my lovelies, I promise to be better from now on ("yes what empty promises!" I'm sure you are saying. Well we shall see!). For now I am doing homework (quelle surprise!) but here is a little sign of life to let you know that I still care! This is one of my favorite poems of all time, the one I have memorized best (I will recite it to you at the slightest encouragement). I like the imagery and most of all the sounds that it makes. You should read it out loud, it's more fun that way.

God's Grandeur, by Gerard Manley Hopkins

THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

That is all! Happy Tuesday. Oh, one more thing. I think it might be spring? Or at least that spring might be doing her best to show up in Egypt? Anyway. Kisses!