There are so many poems by Hopkins I could leap on and call 'one of my favourites'. I went looking for Harry the Ploughman, found The Windhover and Spring, and then this. There are more - but this is a good poem for me today.
I think Pied Beauty was the first Hopkins poem I learnt by heart - back at university when my friend Sandra and I were in love with this poet. We loved loved loved the way the language and the rhythms made their own way sprung from old words and old rhythms. We loved the way the words tasted in our mouths. We loved the celebration of movement and work and bodies. We loved the light in the poems (who can forget the 'shook foil'?), and the joy and the beauty.
A couple of years after that, when the time was right (out for a walk - a lake - some trees), I said the words of Pied Beauty out loud to my then boyfriend (it is, by the way, 'a curtal sonnet with sprung paeonic rhythm'.) To me, the poem said everything about, well, everything.
So this is a good one to choose, because the boyfriend and I have just celebrated 23 years married, 30 years since we met.
I also have another connection with Hopkins. The supervisor for my MA in Creative Writing was Peter Whiteford (Victoria University) who is an expert on the poet. I spent hours in Peter's company working through my draft novel The Blue - a great working relationship that gave so much to the novel, not least because his love for Hopkins meant we started from the same place somehow.
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