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.


  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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