God’s Grandeur, a death and resurrection motif

In a poem by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SJ, a member of the Society of Jesus, where  “his life as a priest was often a sad and weary one, beset by doubts and depression.”

Thus Adam Kirsch in his 5/11/2009 New Yorker review of Paul Mariani’s biography, Gerard Manley Hopkins.

The poem, “God’s Grandeur”:

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Later: Add to this about GMH’s life as a Jesuit. In a sense he was a misfit, also from the New Yorker review:
 Long after his death, a fellow Jesuit, speaking to Hopkins’s first biographer, recalled, “I cannot say he was a success either as a teacher or a missioner. He was too whimsical, and . . . he was too delicate a mind for a good deal of the rough work that we have to do in the Society.”
Not hard for me to understand, not at all.
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