By Bernie Bell
I checked the Ness of Brodgar dig diary, as I do, and this is what I saw………….
I’m not allowed to use the picture, so, do, please take a look at the dig diary entry, for yourselves.
When I saw that mace-head – here’s what came into my head…………..
Glory be to God for dappled things –
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Source: Gerard Manley Hopkins: Poems and Prose (Penguin Classics, 1985)
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