"Chiaroscuro," Five

     Light and dark, the contrasts; up and down--valley and hill; the gradients of brightness and shadow and alternating movement and degrees of syllable stress.

       And why now do I think of Gerard Manley Hopkins's "Hurrahing in Harvest" as it begins with these lines?

       Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise
       Around; up above, what wind-walks!  what lovely behaviour
       Of silk-sack clouds!  has wilder, wilful-wavier
       Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?

And moulded across hills ever such darks into lights and lights into darks, shaping one another for these Valley eyes?  Chiaroscuro . . . Chiaroscuro . . . Chiaroscuro.