I’m not one for those “chain emails” where you are asked to pass on a hug, or post this on FaceBook to support whatever is the Cause du Jour, or paint your face blue to show you love the NHS, but when my sister sent me one, which was to send an inspiring poem to one person, and then ask 20 or so of your contacts to send one each to the person who sent you the email, I thought that it was quite nice.
Unfortunately, one of my contacts got herself in a real pickle – she’s even less technologically gifted than I am, which is saying something! – and only managed to send a poem before having a meltdown. I had to reassure her that it was only a bit of fun, and not to panic.
Since then, I’ve only received two poems back in return. And I’ve had a very similar email from two other people! The first I declined, but was obviously a mutual friend of that sender and one of her sendees, as the sendee then sent it to me again! I have sent that on to another few people, but who knows if they will wish to participate!If you’ve received from me, but don’t wish to take part then that’s fine. These things are only fun, and inspirational if you want to join in; if you don’t they can become a source of guilt, upset or frustration.
So I thought I’d share with you the poem I’ve sent to my two people, and the ones I received back, in the hpe that they too will inspire you.
This one is mine, (no, I didn’t write it, obvs) that I sent to others: I chose this one for the language, the images and the uplifting thoughts. I remember introducing a class of nine to ten year olds to this poem, and the pleasure they had in rolling the words around their mouths, discussing the adjectives and feeling the language was fantastic.
By Gerald Manley Hopkins
Glory be to God for dappled things-
For skies of couple colour as a brinded cow;
For rose moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced-fold, fallow and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth; whose beauty is past change: