When I was twelve years old, my mother paid one dollar for a box that held all the Books of Knowledge, an encyclopedia for young people. I learned to love poetry from those musty old 1939 Books of Knowledge, and many other wonderful things.
While walking in the pasture this morning, I looked at all the lighted spots the sun was putting on the ground as it rose behind the tree branches and dry leaves, and the words that came to my mind whispered "dappled things". Words from a poem I absolutely loved back in 1956, although I wasn't sure what all the words in the poem meant. I saw grassy places in the melting snow as more dappled things. Even my black-and-white dog is dappled.
At this very minute I am looking down at the back of my hands, which are also dappled with what my parents called liver spots. When I accidentally look at myself in the bathroom mirror, those white hairs on my head among the brown ones make it a dappled thing.
Even now I'm not quite sure I know what all the words and lines of the poem mean, but I have loved them since I first read them.
PIED BEAUTY
Glory be to God for dappled things –
By Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1877
As I look a the bruises on my hands, I think I like the word dappled rather than old age spots.
ReplyDeleteDappled is much better than liver spots! And you have so much brown hair. Mine is completely gray--if I didn't have it dyed. We have fog right now and nothing is dappled. It's depressing.
ReplyDeleteAnd yet, the poem seems to tell us dappled things are special. I'll take that.
DeleteI love that, too, though this is the first I've read it. Dappled is a great way to describe my hands too. Perfect.
ReplyDeleteRebecca in SW MO
DeleteI have never seen that poem either. Thank you for it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this poem, which I never heard before. I like dappled sunlight most of all.
ReplyDeleteMy parents bought the Book of Knowledge when I was seven. That's the first place I ever read poetry.
Thanks for the comments! I was afraid someone would think I was crazy, liking a poem I only halfway understand.
ReplyDeleteI love the thought. Have you ever heard the phrase piebald? The new colt was piebald.
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