posted by helpmeplease .
so there's this poem..
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will falme out, like shinning from shook foil; It father to a greatness, like 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 the bent
Worls broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
(Gerard Manely Hopkins)
I do not understand this poem therefore I can not answer this question that is being asked: Why does Hopkins feel that the earth is charged with God's grandeur?... please help me:(