I have a short poem from Gerard Manley Hopkins tonight. An early poem, too. Yet, I think it contains the kernel of everything that makes Hopkins great. Spirituality. Linguistic surprise. And a great deal of beauty.
Saint Marty is tired. Still a little sick. Ready for this day to be over.
Heaven-Haven
by: Gerard Manley Hopkins
A nun takes the veil
I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.
The swing of the sea... |
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