It Was A Hard Thing To Undo This Knot

Poem By Gerard Manley Hopkins

It was a hard thing to undo this knot.
The rainbow shines, but only in the thought
Of him that looks. Yet not in that alone,
For who makes rainbows by invention?
And many standing round a waterfall
See one bow each, yet not the same to all,
But each a hand's breadth further than the next.
The sun on falling waters writes the text
Which yet is in the eye or in the thought.
It was a hard thing to undo this knot.

Comments about It Was A Hard Thing To Undo This Knot

If thats a journalled english poet online best not be quoted outright eh? mad, zo
Amazing imagery such as , The sun on falling waters write the text Which yet is in the eye or in the thought. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Amazing words with an answer at the end of each line, You just have to have the wisdom to find it.


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