The Habit of Perfection
Now that I’m not regularly blogging any more, I’m using my blog to store stuff which I want to be able to find quickly. That’s why today I’d like to share my favourite poem from Gerard Manley Hopkins, The Habit of Perfection:
The Habit of Perfection
Elected Silence, sing to me
And beat upon my whorlèd ear,
Pipe me to pastures still and be
The music that I care to hear.
Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb:
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From there where all surrenders come
Which only makes you eloquent.
Be shellèd, eyes, with double dark
And find the uncreated light:
This ruck and reel which you remark
Coils, keeps, and teases simple sight.
Palate, the hutch of tasty lust,
Desire not to be rinsed with wine:
The can must be so sweet, the crust
So fresh that come in fasts divine!
Nostrils, your careless breath that spend
Upon the stir and keep of pride,
What relish shall the censers send
Along the sanctuary side!
O feel-of-primrose hands, O feet
That want the yield of plushy sward,
But you shall walk the golden street
And you unhouse and house the Lord.
And, Poverty, be thou the bride
And now the marriage feast begun,
And lily-coloured clothes provide
Your spouse not laboured-at nor spun.
If you’d like to read an analysis of this poem, this one is quite good.
Hey David!
I thought you stopped blogging and now I find out you’re posting all the time!
How’s married life?
Well, I’m not *really* blogging any more. I use the blog to host the podcast episodes for Pints With Jack and also just to bookmark music I like and quotations I’ll want to look for later.
Married life is wonderful – saving so much time by not having to drive back and forth 🙂
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