Gérard Manley Hopkins (1844-1899), The blessed virgin compared to the air we breathe

Gérard Manley Hopkins (1844-1899), The blessed virgin compared to the air we breathe

The poet describes Mary's physical and spiritual motherhood.

To speak about Mary's mediation in the order of the grace, we can admire the picture of the atmosphere that allows us to receive the heat, light and the colors of the sun without being burnt.

 

Wild air, world-mothering air,

Nestling me everywhere,

That each eyelash or hair

Girdles, goes home betwixt

The fleeciest, frailest-flixed

Snowflake that's fairly mixed

 

With, riddles, and is rife

In every least thing's life ;

This needful, never spent,

And nursing element ;

My more than meal and drink,

My meal at every wink ;

 

This air, which, by life's law,

My lung must draw and draw

Now but to breathe its praise,

Minds me in many ways

Of her who not only

Gave God's infinity

Dwindled to infancy

Welcome in womb and breast,

Birth, milk, and ail the rest

But mothers each new grace

That does now reach our race -

 

Mary Immaculate,

Merely a woman, yet

Whose presence, power is

Great as no goddess's

Was deemèd, dreamèd ; who

This one work has to do -

Let all God's glory through,

God's glory which would go

Through her and from her flow

Off, and no way but so.

 

I say that we are wound

With mercy round and round

As if with air : the same

Is Mary, more by name.

 

She, wild web, wondrous robe,

Mantles the guilty globe,

Since God has let dispense

Her prayers his providence :

Nay, more than almoner,

The sweet alms' self is her

And men are meant to share

Her life as life does air.

 

If I have understood,

She holds high motherhood

Towards all our ghostly good

And plays in grace her part

About man's beating heart,

Laying, like airs fine flood,

The deathdance in his blood,.

Yet no part but what will

Be Christ our Saviour still.

 

Of her flesh he took flesh :

He does take fresh and fresh,

Though much the mystery how,

Not flesh but spirit now

And makes, O marvellous !

New Nazareths in us,

Where she shall yet conceive

Him, morning, noon, and eve ;

New Bethlems, and he born

There, evening, noon, and morn -

Bethlems, or Nazareth,

Men here may draw like breath

More Christ and baffle death ;

Who, born so, comes to be

New self and nobler me

In each one and each one

More makes, when all is done,

Both God's and Mary's Son.

 

Again, look overhead

How air is azurèd ;

O how ! Nay do but stand

Where you can lift your hand

Skywards : rich, rich it laps

Round the four fingergaps.

 

Yet such a sapphire-shot,

Charged, sleepèd sky will not

Stain light. Yea, mark you this :

It does no prejudice.

 

The glass-blue days are those

When every colour glows,

Each shape and shadow shows.

 

Blue be it : this blue heaven

The seven or seven times seven

Hued sunbeam will transmit

Perfect, not alter it.

 

Or if there does some soft,

On things aloof, aloft,

Bloom breathe, that one breath more

Earth is the fairer for.

 

Whereas did air not make

This bath of blue and slake

His fire, the sun would shake,

A blear and blinding ball

With blackness bound, and all

The thick stars round him roll

Flashing like flecks of coal,

Quartz-fret, or sparks of salt,

In grimy vasty vault.

 

So God was God of old :

A mother came to mould

1'hose limbs like ours which are

What must make our daystar

Much dearer to mankind ;

Whose glory bare would blind

Or less would win man's mind.

 

Through her we may see him

Made sweeter, not made dim,

And her hand leaves his light

Sifted to suit our sight.

 

Be thou then, O thou dear

Mother, my atmosphere ;

My happier world, wherein

to wend and meet no sin ;

Above me, round me lie

Fronting my froward eye

With sweet and scarless sky,

Stir in my ears, speak there

Of God's love, O live air,

Of patience, penance, prayer :

World-mothering air, air wild,

Wound with thee, in thee isled,

Fold home, fast fold thy child.

 

Gérard Manley Hopkins (1844-1899)

born in Stratford, Essex (UK)

dead in Dublin (Irland).

English poet, Roman Catholic convert, and Jesuit priest