I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.
Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see
The lost are like this, and their scourge to be
As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
ReplyDeleteMy mother gave me a copy of Manley Hopkins when I was eighteen. I still have a soft spot for him. I used to read him out loud over and over.
Hope you're well, Dx
That doesn't suprise me, I think he must have crept beautifully into your syntax and taken root. :)
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for the invite! Will be slaving away trying to keep claws on Edinburgh summer job, but longing to make it if I can. xx