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.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
I shared this before back in 2015.
This week's roundup is here.
9 comments:
One poem to keep close, "let/Me live to my sad self hereafter kind". Thanks, Ruth. FYI- your link on the PF posts takes us to Erin's post again, instead of yours! Happy Friday!
Thanks, Linda! Fixed it!
Thanks for fixing the link! Oh, my....what a mood this casts. And, it's pouring rain here.
The. “Comfort root room” ...beautiful...I think this is a poem I need to have in my collected poems.
Do you think we need some comfort, Ruth? :-) I wanted to hear someone read it so I checked YouTube (I was hoping for Tom Hiddleston, tbh). I found this fellow, who does a lovely job: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5L26s_M5QU
Thanks, Ruth. I think sometimes people forget that being kind to others necessitates being kind to ourselves too. Note to self: By people, I mean me.
Appreciations for introducing me to this G.M.H poem.
It is easy for me to be hard on myself & not accept my human condition, which is always, always, imperfection.
I like the ending lines, " as skies
Betweenpie mountains - lights a lovely mile."
I love the "Betweenpie mountains–" sounds like it lifted a bit here. Thanks Ruth.
This poem offers such comfort these days. Thank you for sharing.
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