#132 God's Grandeur (Gerard Manley Hopkins)

Se acaban de terminar mis vacaciones en el Norte de California. Tuve la suerte de celebrar la víspera de mi cumpleaños en Yosemite, God's greatest cathedral, y muchas oportunidades de ir en largas caminatas en Point Reyes, donde vi, entre otras maravillas, un puma salvaje y al menos 20 especies de aves que no había visto antes. Pensé mucho en este poema, que he decidido aprenderme de memoria.

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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.