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Linux Update with Poetry Accompaniment

I’m now communicating to you without the help of MicroSoft or Windows; yay!  It will take me a while to get used to Linux but, thankfully, it’s not me who’s in charge of the switch-over.  My better half is doing most of the hard work.  I just had to make sure all my important stuff was backed up in a portable format.  Easier said than done but I think I did okay (fingers crossed).

Here is a poem I just found that I like very much.  It works best if you read it out loud:

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Source: Gerard Manley Hopkins: Poems and Prose (Penguin Classics, 1985) via