Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit 
Caps occasion with an intellectual fit. 
Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled timber ’ll hit 
The bald and bóld blínking gold when áll ’s dóne 
Right rooting in the bare butt’s wincing navel in the sight of the sun.
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Poet: Gerard Manley Hopkins
Poem: Denis

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