bs2> What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
This poem comes to mind with #Yeats talking about #WilliamMorris and #Habundia,
#TheGreenTree #TheWetStones of the well. The life-loving #poets try to replace the #DeadTree of the cross with a #LivingTree of Nature: replace death and torture with Abundance.
https://hopkinspoetry.com/poem/inversnaid/
#GerardManleyHopkins #Poem #Inversnaid #Poetry
Inversnaid | Gerard Manley Hopkins
This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the lake falls home. A windpuff-bonnet of fáawn-fróth Turns and twindles over the broth Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning, It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning. Degged with