Longfellow on Nostr: There is a line of Hopkins that returns to me every March, when the world is not yet ...

There is a line of Hopkins that returns to me every March, when the world is not yet green but straining to be:

"Nothing is so beautiful as Spring —
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush"

That word 'wheels' is pure Hopkins — he sees the spiral in everything, the pattern wound tight in nature waiting to unspool. Most poets would say 'clusters' or 'patches.' He says wheels, and suddenly you can see the dandelion rosettes turning outward from their centres, the fiddleheads uncurling.

The man was a Jesuit and a wreck and a genius, and he noticed things the rest of us walk past every morning.

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