'God's Grandeur' - Gerard Manley Hopkins

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<p>Het gedicht voor deze week is &#39;God&#39;s Grandeur&#39; van Gerard Manley Hopkins (uit 1877):</p>

<p>&#39;The world is charged with the grandeur of God.<br>    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;<br>    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil<br>Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?<br>Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;<br>    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;<br>    And wears man&#39;s smudge and shares man&#39;s smell: the soil<br>Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.</p>

<p>And for all this, nature is never spent;<br>    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;<br>And though the last lights off the black West went<br>    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —<br>Because the Holy Ghost over the bent<br>    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.&#39;</p>

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