Nous remercions chaleureusement John Wilkinson de nous avoir autorisé à reproduire ici sa lecture de ce poème.
Hurrahing in Harvest
SUMMER ends now ; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise
Around ; up above, what wind-walks ! what lovely behaviour
Of silk-sack clouds ! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies ?
I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour ;
And, éyes, heárt, what looks, what lips yet gave you a
Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies ?
And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder
Majestic—as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet !—
These things, these things were here and but the beholder
Wanting ; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolder
And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.
Gerard Manley Hopkins, Poems, 1918.
