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Here’s a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins on his birthday …

My own heart let me more have pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; not live this tormented mind
With this tormented mind tormenting yet.
I cast for comfort I can no more get
By groping round my comfortless, than blind
Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find
Thirst’s all-in-all in all a world of wet.

Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise
You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size
At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile
‘s not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather — as skies
Betweenpie mountains — lights a lovely mile.

Comments

  1. “Cloud puff balls, torn tufts, tossed pillows flaunt forth…” aw shucks, used to have this Hopkins all memorized….

    -/:}>

  2. Churchill says:

    Thanks for reminding me it was his birthday; I knew that poem once; I had a nice day, but have a bit of a cold today.

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