What I loved about Hopkins' poems was the way they were structured. Not only did they each have a specific rhyming scheme, each poem was worded so well with the alliterations and imagery he used. Another thing I noticed about Hopkins was his incorporation of nature in each poem. His appreciation of God's creation was so evident. It seemed like he admired the things that others don't necessarily appreciate at first glance. In "That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection," I thought a cool thing he did was relate not so appealing things, or the trash, to Jesus's death and the glory and beauty within that.
"In a flash, at a trumpet crash,
I am all at once what Christ is,
since he was what I am, and
This Jack, joke, poor potsherd,
patch, matchwood, immortal diamond,
Is immortal diamond."
- "That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire..."
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