Gerard Manley Hopkins - Harry Ploughman

Gerard Manley Hopkins - Harry Ploughman

Hard as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue br Breathed round; the rack of ribs; the scooped flank; lank br Rope-over thigh; knee-nave; and barrelled shank— br Head and foot, shoulder and shank— br By a grey eye’s heed steered well, one crew, fall to; br Stand at stress. Each limb’s barrowy brawn, his thew br That onewhere curded, onewhere sucked or sank— br Soared or sank—, br Though as a beechbole firm, finds his, as at a roll-call, rank br And features, in flesh, what deed he each must do— br His sinew-service where do. br br He leans to it, Harry bends, look. Back, elbow, and liquid waist br In him, all quail to the wallowing o’ the plough: ’s cheek crimsons; curls br Wag or crossbridle, in a wind lifted, windlaced— br See his wind- lilylocks -laced; br Churlsgrace, too, child of Amansstrength, how it hangs or hurls br Them—broad in bluff hide his frowning feet lashed! raced br With, along them, cragiron under and cold furls— br With-a-fountain’s shining-shot furls.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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