Hopkins at his most jubilant. The command to not count the cost, to throw everything upon Christ, lands differently when you remember he wrote this as a young man still finding his way into the faith. The spring stanza, where earth throws winter's robes away, is the one that keeps ringing.
The early work shows him already reaching for something beyond conventional Victorian diction. The sprung rhythm experiments were still ahead, but the compression is already there.
Hopkins at his most jubilant. The command to not count the cost, to throw everything upon Christ, lands differently when you remember he wrote this as a young man still finding his way into the faith. The spring stanza, where earth throws winter's robes away, is the one that keeps ringing.
That's a new one to me. Thank you for sharing this. He is risen, indeed. Hallelujah!
Even Hopkins’ juvenilia poems are often as good as anything else the Victorian period produced.
The early work shows him already reaching for something beyond conventional Victorian diction. The sprung rhythm experiments were still ahead, but the compression is already there.
Yes!