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November 15, 2014

Give Beauty Back: Hillary Antidote and Eyewash

Sorry about that thing just above. Here's something to soothe your singed corneas.

There is one, yes I have one (Hush there!);
Only not within seeing of the sun,
Not within the singeing of the strong sun,
Tall sun's tingeing, or treacherous the tainting of the earth's air.
Somewhere elsewhere there is ah well where! one,
One. Yes I can tell such a key, I do know such a place,
Where whatever's prized and passes of us, everything that's fresh and fast flying of us, seems to us sweet of us and swiftly away with, done away with, undone,
Undone, done with, soon done with, and yet dearly and dangerously sweet
Of us, the wimpled-water-dimpled, not-by-morning-matched face,
The flower of beauty, fleece of beauty, too too apt to, ah! to fleet,
Never fleets more, fastened with the tenderest truth
To its own best being and its loveliness of youth: it is an ever-lastingness of, O it is an all youth!

Hopkins, "Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty's self and beauty's giver"

Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 15, 2014 8:06 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Thank you for posting this; I really needed to see it again. Lately I have been extra-sad about losing beauty...and of course just as mad at myself for caring so much. It's just a lot harder than I thought it would be. As Van M. laments: When will I ever learn to live in God, when will I ever learn? Poems like this help me to remember where our hope lies---it feels like the deepest truth and sweetest hope, that God does hold and remember and cherish and ultimately restore what was the best of us.

Posted by: RigelDog [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 15, 2014 11:15 AM

for RigelDog, from WB Yeats, 'Broken Dreams' h/t ilza

"From meagre girlhood's putting on
Burdensome beauty -- for your sole sake
Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom
So great her portion in that peace you make
By merely walking in a room."

Posted by: Stug Guts [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 15, 2014 5:22 PM

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