Insula Dei
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« on: October 01, 2012, 03:08:53 PM » |
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Why not have a thread to post poems we really like? Surely won't hurt anyone if we do.
I'll start with a quite recent find of mine: an unfinished sonnet (?) by G.M. Hopkins. Hopkins is a poet I usually struggle a bit with because he can be hard to follow and so much hinges on the innovativity of his metre (, or I'm told it does, being sadly rather poorly equiped to enjoy anything requiring an 'ear'), so it was great fun to come across a poem that did immediately work for me.
THE TIMES are nightfall, look, their light grows less;
The times are winter, watch, a world undone:
They waste, they wither worse; they as they run
Or bring more or more blazon man’s distress.
And I not help. Nor word now of success:
All is from wreck, here, there, to rescue one—
Work which to see scarce so much as begun
Makes welcome death, does dear forgetfulness.
Or what is else? There is your world within
There rid the dragons, root out there the sin.
Your will is law in that small commonweal…
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