Gerard Manley Hopkins. S.J.
The priest-poet was born this day in 1844.
A leading Victorian poet, very few poems
of his were published in his lifetime.
"The Holy Ghost over the bent World broods
with warm breast and with ah! bright wings."
"God's Grandeur" (1918)
"Nature is never spent, said Hopkins.
. . . but sometimes cats are.
"What I do is me, for that I came."
-Gerard Manly Hopkins
A great answer for cats--or poets trying to explain why they write poetry.
Would you agree?
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