Several Poetry Fridays have gone by without a post. I still seem to be working on getting back my equilibrium and adjusting to the changes in my life. I wish it would happen faster. Meanwhile, my daughter texted me this photo of a Gerard Manley Hopkins poem.
Click on the photo to enlarge it, and you may have to enlarge your screen even further after that. Or just read the text below:
My Own Heart let me more have Pity on
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.
Amy has today's roundup at The Poem Farm.
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