September 26, 2018
Poet Walks with Clod


Gerard Manley Hopkins’ journal entry of November 18, 1874:
Walking with Wm. Splaine we saw a vast multitude of starlings making an unspeakable jangle. They would settle in a row of trees; then, one tree after another, rising at a signal they looked like a cloud of specks of black snuff or powder struck up from a brush or broom or shaken from a wig; then they would sweep around in whirlwinds — you could see the nearer and farther bow of the rings by the size and blackness; many would be in one phase at once, all narrow black flakes hurling around, then in another; then they would fall upon a field and so on. Splaine wanted a gun; then ‘there it would rain meat’ he said.

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Posted by Jerome Doolittle at September 26, 2018 04:10 PM
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