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    God’s Grandeur: A Poetry Comic

    A comic artist illustrates Gerard Manley Hopkins’s classic poem.

    By Gerard Manley Hopkins and Julian Peters

    August 31, 2024

    Available languages: Deutsch

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    • Henry Lewis

      Well, I never would have thought to pair Gerald Manley Hopkins with this type of art and imaging, but I must confess it is a feast for the eyes and the mind, and lifts the heart to fresh new discoveries. What a wonderful piece. Thank you.

    • Linda wilson

      One thing that I always admired about Hopkins is that he clung to his convictions even if that put him at odds with those he lived amongst or worked for. He was a Catholic in a country that looked down on Catholics and became a Jesuit, the order that was most looked down upon. (Those that remember the Porter in “Macbeth” Jesuits were the “equivocators: he l demeaned in a series of “Knock, Knock” jokes.) He was assigned as a priest to Ireland where he was a royalist in the midst of a people that wanted to boot the monarchy out of their country. He favored the teachings of Duns Scotus over those of Thomas Aquinas, the theologian of choice of the Jesuit order. He took Scotus’ concept of haecceitas, or “thisness” as a concept in his poetry. He also wrote poems no one in his order understood. His first poem “The Wreck of the Deutschland,” a eulogy to nuns that dies in a ship wreck, was submitted to a Catholic journal but was rejected largely because no one understood it. Obviously I like Hopkins a lot. Cordially, John Wilson, Jr.

    • Vicki Shuck

      Wonderful visual depictions! Thank you!

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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

     

    Contributed By GerardManleyHopkins Gerard Manley Hopkins

    Gerard Manley Hopkins, who in life was considered a failure as both a poet and a priest, posthumously became one of the great poets of the modern era.

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    Contributed By JulianPeters Julian Peters

    Julian Peters is an illustrator and comic book artist living in Montreal, Canada, who focuses on adapting classical poems into graphic art. His work has been exhibited internationally and published in several poetry and graphic art collections.

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