Gerard Manley Hopkins

(28 July 1844 – 8 June 1889 / Stratford, Essex)

Carrion Comfort - Poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins

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.
But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me
Thy wring-world right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan
With darksome devouring eyes my bruis{`e}d bones? and fan,
O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avo{'i}d thee and
flee?

Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear.
Nay in all that toil, that coil, since (seems) I kissed the rod,
Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, would laugh,
cheer.
Cheer wh{'o}m though? The h{'e}ro whose h{'e}aven-handling fl{'u}ng
me, f{'o}ot tr{'o}d
Me? or m{'e} that f{'o}ught him? O wh{'i}ch one? is it e{'a}ch one? That
n{'i}ght, that y{'e}ar
Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.


Comments about Carrion Comfort by Gerard Manley Hopkins

  • (5/8/2018 1:01:00 PM)


    why so many {'o}'s (Report) Reply

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  • (1/9/2018 12:43:00 PM)


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

  • (12/3/2016 4:00:00 PM)

    Carrion Comfort.
    Very intricate technical poem. Hopkins felt close to despair at times,
    even though he was a priest.
    (Report) Reply

  • Seamus O Brian (12/3/2016 1:52:00 PM)


    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. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/3/2016 2:39:00 AM)

    Despair
    Weary! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • (9/24/2012 6:32:00 PM)


    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. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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