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 a trade., bleared., smeared with toil.,
and wears men's smudge and shares men's smell: the soil,
is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod
and for all this, nature is never spent,
there lives a dearest freshness, deep down things,
Yea, nature has its own nature.....you give a great message.thank you
wow, what a great nature poem so great selection of words with pure meaning love the title too, a great piece
survi, its a master write so true and pure, a memorable poem worth reading and one of my favs may god bless you with all his might
thanks for comment re Coincidence. this one reminds me of Walt Whitman's poem in which he finds himself amazed that the earth is still so sweet despite all the bodies that have been buried in it. Yours is an update.
Nature is God's supreme creation in all its magnificent glory, beautiful write!
beautiful imagery for a great message well done thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very deep nature poem so lovengly written, lost in your words and a warm feeling aroused..