Binsey Poplars BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS 1844–1889 felled 1879 My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, are all felled; Of a fresh and following folded rank Not
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I can recall exactly where I was while reading this poem at about the age of twelve. The rhythm of it captured my emotions in a new way, as I grasped an early sense of its deeper meaning. I felt