As king fishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.
I say more: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is —
Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men's faces.
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The masterful use of language in this poem is superb. As Eusebius says it cries out to be read aloud so one can savour those ringing phrases and the swift changes.
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This poem is meant to read aloud, almost shouted. His use of internal rhyme and his repitition sweeps the reader away in a flood tide of potent poetry. Really rather amazing! (the "message" is a very simple one.)
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Difficult to read, but it makes you think on the complexity of his words.
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