Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Carrion Comfort Comments

Rating: 2.9

Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
Not untwist -- slack they may be -- these last strands of man
In me {'o}r, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
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Gerard Manley Hopkins
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da person 08 May 2018

why so many {'o}'s

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The Plinth 09 January 2018

To live your whole life based on a scam: not only that but to know that you are part of that scam

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Michael Walker 03 December 2016

Very intricate technical poem. Hopkins felt close to despair at times, even though he was a priest.

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Seamus O Brian 03 December 2016

This is a finely-wrought work of art the complexity of which almost distracts from its own literary craftsmanship. This erudite writing reminds me sadly of how wide the gap has become of what our culture chooses for entertainment compared to prior periods.

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Edward Kofi Louis 03 December 2016

Weary! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Rhonda Brown 24 September 2012

Meggin, don't know if you know this poem or not. Your ugh post made me think of it. It's one I returned to often in the dark first year after my surgeries.

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Gerard Manley Hopkins

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Stratford, Essex
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