Ever the naturalist and supernaturalist, Hopkins considers how the month of May is seasonally suited to the New Mother of All the Living.

As air conveys the light, and every sound and sight, so Mary conveys the palatable, eternal Son

For those who want to be spared the substandard commentary, here are the recitations of the first 10 poems considered in the podcast.

I am all at once what Christ is, since He was what I am...immortal diamond.

Hopkins is seized by a bird in flight, therein perceiving the beauteous, victorious Christ.

Look within, yes, but look to Christ.

For Jack’s sake, give yourself a break—and try not to think too much about it!

The poetic amplification of, “Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em,” this work exhorts us to make liturgy of our life.

“Nature is never spent”: In this poem Hopkins acknowledges divine sovereignty over industrialization.