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[plump]

Hello peoples. I will mostly be using this as an outlet for inspiration. Try to enjoy.

Carrion comfort.-Gerald Manley Hopkins

Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee:
not untwist-slack they may be-these last strands of man
in me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.

But Ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me
Thy wring-world right foot rock? Lay a lionlimb against me? scan
With darksome devouring eyes my bruised bones, and fan,
O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee
and flee?

Why? that my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear.
Nay in all that toil, that coil, since (seems) i kissed the rod,
Hand rather, my heart lo! Lapped strength, stole joy, would
laugh, cheer.

Cheer whom though? The hero whose heaven handling flung me,
 foot trod
Me? or me that fought him? O which one? is it each one? That
 night, that year
Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!)
my God.

[luceluna]

Whoa, you registered...

Welcome, buddy. I hope you like this place. Everyone here will treat you well, cos they know i'll kick their asses if they don't  

How fitting that you posted a sonnet

"not untwist - slack they may be - these last strands of man
in me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be."

Hopkins saddens me. He holds a wisdom that mirrors my own soul deftly and uncomprimisingly.

"Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!)
my God."

heh, just the day when i DIDN'T need to read a depressing poem  

thanks for posting. i hope there's more where this came from

Dan

[luceluna]

AN HOUR LATER:

heh, this poem fills me with awe on each re-reading.... the way Hopkins can write formally but conversationally is amazing.... i rarely have the guts to try and write sonnets...

[Ariela]

Many welcomes, Plump.

More on the poem when I'm not braindead, but it's great!