Gerard Manley Hopkins

Stratford, Essex
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Stratford, Essex
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Inversnaid

Rating: 3.1
This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.

A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.
Degged with dew, dappled with dew,
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COMMENTS
Tom Allport 28 May 2017
a brilliant descriptive poem of a wild place at the end of lone road in beautiful Scotland? long live the weeds! ............superbly written.
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Susan Williams 27 May 2017
I loved the sound of these words- - unfortunately I do not know the meaning of just about every other word. This is not the author's fault- -it is the fault of time and space. But I want to research this because I truly believe it might be a masterpiece since its words act on me so powerfully and I feel the rhythm beneath the lines and it just CALLS to me. I have a feeling that Hopkins is a great writer and I need to further my education.
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Glen Kappy 27 May 2017
hopkins is a favorite poet of mine, mainly for his two great sonnets God's Grandeur and Pied Beauty. this poem proves for me the point that no one writes/creates masterpieces every time. -gk
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A. Madhavan 27 May 2017
The last two lines have always impressed me. Such a memorable poem. 4/5
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Edward Kofi Louis 27 May 2017
Darksome burn! ! Thanks for sharing.
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Long live the weeds.... thanks for posting.....
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