Friday, March 21, 2008

PAINTING BY SANDIE SMITH - HER FAVORITE POEM...



Inversnaid
This dark-some burn, horseback brown,

His roll-rock highroad roaring down,

In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the lake falls
home.

A wind-puff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth

Turns and twindles over the broth

Of a pool so pitch-black, féll-frówning,

It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Degged with dew, dappled with dew

Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,

Wiry heath-packs, flitches of fern,

And the bead-bonny ash that sits over the burn.

What would the world be, once bereft

Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,

O let them be left, wildness and wet;

Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

-- Gerard Manley Hopkins