Shelley & his poetry

And so these mines were minedIn easy game of pace and pounce and find;But mostly fluid pace, not too much pounce.Attention must be paid, but by the ounce.Mock caring, seem aloof, ignore each mileAnd metaphors like cats behind your smileEach one wound up to purr, each one a pride,Each one a fine gold beast you've hid inside,Now summoned forth in harvests from the brakeTurned anteloping elephants that shakeAnd drum and crack the mind to awe,To behold beauty yet perceive its flaw.Then, flaw discovered, like fair beauty's mole,Haste back to reckon all entire, the Whole.This done, pretend these wits you do not keep,Go panther-pawed where all the mined truths sleep.WHAT I DO IS ME FOR THAT I CAME for Gerard Manley Hopkins What I do is me for that I came.What I do is me!For that I came into the world!So said Gerard;So said that gentle Manley Hopkins.In his poetry and prose he saw the Fates that choseHim in genetics, then set him free to find his wayAmong the sly electric printings in his blood.God thumbprints thee! ...»