Monday, March 16, 2015

Puppy Pics























At the vet in Bakersfield, which is about a week and a half back, we wondered about Maya's feet...they weren't as big as one would expect shepard/husky mix might be, then...:)...sunny hazy warm...I'm about the web trying to find how coloration occurs in dogs and animals...Maya has a 'necklace' with two dimples on each side, and a bar across her chest...very fashionable ensamble with four boots!...update: still looking for how coloration happens, but found a whole litter of Mayas!...see link:

https://www.greenfieldpuppies.com/siberian-husky-mix-puppies-for-sale-pa-md-de/boomer_3/

and, and, the Puppy I saw looking down at the Volley Ball courts from Huntington Beach Pier back in September was wearing the same outfit!



and a poem by Hopkins:

Pied Beauty
 
Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise Him.
 
Gerald Manly Hopkins
1877
 
 
 
oh, and studying out Hopkins, I happen on his poem about a Kestrel...first reading of the poem I didn't know that...and while I knew it was about a bird, was a bit lost without the notes, but on learning it was a Kestrel, I could 'see' it immediately!...Kestrels in England are called Windhovers...one really needs the notes to follow these!...see links...
 
The Windhover
 
To Christ our Lord

I caught this morning morning’s minion, king-
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.
 
GMH

 
http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/hopkins/section2.rhtml

hmmph...the first part of the poem stands alone, as everyone can see, but Hopkins, like so many, adds 'notations' of a sort of his own to it...but a tip of the hat to 'morning morning's' !
 
 
 

1 comment:

Jeannette said...

Puppyhood is so brief...he looks like he is a good dog!