IN PRAISE OF CREATION
THE BUCK IN THE SNOW
YOU WILL KNOW WHEN YOU GET THERE
AFTERNOON WITH IRISH COWS
WATCHING FOR DOLPHINS
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red
Up the broken pieces of yesterday’s life
Somewhere, a queen is weeping
Somewhere, a king has no wife
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
‘Cause the life that lived is dead
The names it has blown in the past?
And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, “No, this will be the last”
“Do not stand at my grave and weep” by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
What is poetry?
In Hopkins’ poem “The Caged Skylark,” Hopkins uses extended metaphor to illustrate the hopefulness of resurrection.
Furthermore, Hopkins uses sounds to paint his hopeful message. For example, both heavy alliteration and light alliteration to illustrate the contrast between the constraint of the body and the freedom of the spirit.