Weltschmertz

philosopher-kings

never rule

fat mouths
speak nothing-words

to the world

wealth rots

in empty houses

limbless captains

navigate our seas

and no one believes 

in stargazers

anymore.

Some late pinterest favorites

Elm

Elm, Sylvia Plath

God's Grandeur - Hopkins

The World is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare not, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs--
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast, and with ah! bright wings.

Gerard Manley Hopkins