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God’s Grandeur: A Poetry Comic
A comic artist illustrates Gerard Manly Hopkin’s classic poem.
By Gerard Manley Hopkins and Julian Peters
August 31, 2024
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Artwork by Julian Peters. Used by permission.
God’s Grandeur
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.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Vicki Shuck
Wonderful visual depictions! Thank you!