PinnedGérard Manley Hopkins SJOn this flaming day in June, with such beautiful pagan mountains rising all around, I felt your uncertain presence in this bastion of the…Dec 18, 20226Dec 18, 20226
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The beauty beenOn meadow and river and wind-wandering weed-winding bank. GM Hopkins SJ ‘Binsey Poplars’, felled 18791d ago1d ago
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