In praise of imperfection.

I turn to no one as I turn to Hopkins.

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things--
      For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
          For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
      Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough;
          And áll trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spáre, strange;
      Whatever is fickle, frecklèd (who knows how?)
          With swíft, slów; sweet, sóur; adázzle, dím;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is pást change:
                                                          Práise hím.

-- Gerard Manley Hopkins