34. As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;

Two different people told me last week that the poetry was their favorite part of this blog. Then a friend who was reading the poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins discovered the poem below for the first time and told me he couldn’t get it out of his head all week. I know what he means because the last six lines have stayed with me for years. Now that’s a poem! Read the rest of this entry »