Gerard Manley Hopkins: Incarnation and Resurrection

In his poem That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection, Gerard Manley Hopkins, using a dazzling panoply of images and rhyme, creates a kind of hymn to the material, to ‘nature’s bonfire’ as one line of the poem has it. He thus affirms the principle corollary of the doctrine of the Incarnation – namely, that the material is good, and though not to be worshipped, is most worthy of veneration and awe. Hopkins then narrows his focus to God’s greatest creation – man – and the tragedy incurred by our recognition of the fleeting nature of our time here on earth, before swiftly appealing to the Resurrection for reassurance. It is a hurtling romp of language and music, and a great paean to the goodness of Creation, its affirmation and man’s especial consecration via Christ’s Incarnation, and the vindication of all this in the future hope of Resurrection – all in all, a most fitting way to honour the finale of one year and look forward to the birth of a new one. Here it is, in all its galloping glory:

Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-

Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches.

Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm arches,

Shivelights and shadowtackle ín long | lashes lace, lance, and pair.

Delightfully the bright wind boisterous | ropes, wrestles, beats earth bare

Of yestertempest’s creases; | in pool and rut peel parches

Squandering ooze to squeezed | dough, crust, dust; stanches, starches

Squadroned masks and manmarks | treadmire toil there

Footfretted in it. Million-fuelèd, | nature’s bonfire burns on.

But quench her bonniest, dearest | to her, her clearest-selvèd spark

Man, how fast his firedint, | his mark on mind, is gone!

Both are in an unfathomable, all is in an enormous dark

Drowned. O pity and indig | nation! Manshape, that shone

Sheer off, disseveral, a star, | death blots black out; nor mark

                            Is any of him at all so stark

But vastness blurs and time | beats level. Enough! the Resurrection,

A heart’s-clarion! Away grief’s gasping, | joyless days, dejection.

                            Across my foundering deck shone

A beacon, an eternal beam. | Flesh fade, and mortal trash

Fall to the residuary worm; | world’s wildfire, leave but ash:

                            In a flash, at a trumpet crash,

I am all at once what Christ is, | since he was what I am, and

This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, | patch, matchwood, immortal diamond,

                            Is immortal diamond.

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