from a letter by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The only just judge,
the only just literary critic,
is Christ,
who prizes, is proud of,
and admires, more than
any man,
more than the receiver himself
can, the gifts of
his own making.
"Four Found Poems"
in Spinach Days
by Robert Phillips
Garrison Keillor will read it to you if you click here. If you're the impatient sort, you can cut to the chase by jumping straight off to about the 2:57 mark. But you'll miss some other good stuff..
