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.
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Very difficult Poem
1) The world is electrified with all things beautiful God created.
2) It will flash like foil glistening in the sun
3) gathers to greatness like oil crushed out of a nut
4) Why doesn't man reckognize his power
5) Generations have walked the earth (Trod has a lot of imagery though)
6) The earth is scarred with laborous work
7) And wears mankind's filthy mark and smell
8) There is a separation of man from nature (Industrial revolution is happening)
9) Nature is never spent
10) Underneath nature still exists
11) Sunsets in the west (image of death)
12) sunrise in east (image of life)
13/14) the Holy Spirit protects the earth and creatures on it with it's wings.
Hope this helps.. I really don't fully understand it.. So much in this short poem. You could write a book on it.
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