Inversnaid

By Gerard Manley Hopkins

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Inversnaid

This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.

A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

 

This book/scroll is two in a series of 2, on Arches Text Wove paper, signed in pencil  at the end of the verse/scroll. Page size: 10 feet 9 inches long x 6 inches high, on dowels (covered in Ugandan bark cloth) that bring the height of the scroll to 8 inches. Housed in custom clamshell box, Ugandan bark cloth over boards with hand-lettered and painted label on spine. Lettered with a brush in shades of blue/purple gouache over paper that has been painted with acrylic washes in shades of blue with moss green, yellow, pink  and lavender highlights, (think heather-covered hills) with an acrylic wash in similar shades on the reverse. The poem’s words rush, flow, and meander much as does the beautiful river that is its namesake the Inversnaid River, at the edge of Loch Lomond.  While an homage to the rough, wild river and the mountains (Trossachs) through which it flows. The last verse is a very contemporary plea for nature.