Let us be glad for tangled things--
For soiled fingers raking thick-stemmed grass;
For matted fur on long, warm ears;
Or child's hair idly twisted in rings.
A thatch of ganglia fires in the brain's wet mass:
A thought--electric--splits, connects, adheres.
All things rooted, snarled, or tensed,
Whatever needs some mesh to form its mass,
With loops, forks; twists, knots; ends, tears.
Let's give thanks for things that are soft and dense.
See also: for Gerard Manley Hopkins; and Pied Beauty, illustrated.