Strike, Churl Poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Strike, Churl

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Strike, churl; hurl, cheerless wind, then; heltering hail
May’s beauty massacre and wispèd wild clouds grow
Out on the giant air; tell Summer No,
Bid joy back, have at the harvest, keep Hope pale.

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,clouds,hope,joy,summer,wind
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