Imbolc/St Brighid Day aka Poetry Day

One of my very favorites:

CARRION COMFORT by Gerald 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 or, 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 bruised bone: and fan
O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee
         and flee?

Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear.
Nay in all htat toil, that coil, since (seems) I kissed the rod,
Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, would laugh, cheer.
Cheer whom though? The hero whose heave-handling flung me
        foot trod
Me? or me that fought him? O which one? is it each one? That night,
        that year
Of now done darkness I wretch lay wresting with (my God!) my God.

 

Found at Poets.org.

That would be Oscar above - he
spent his Christmas vacation hissing 
at me. I bribed him with treats and 
eventually he got to the point where 
he would walk by me, realize I was 
there, halt in mid stride and walk on. 
No hissing. 

VICTORY!

Less of a victory is typead. WTH is going on with the formatting? It's only giving me headers as font type? 
I do not have the time or inclination to keep fooling around with this. 

Comments

[lorraine]

Carrie- is that carrion as in roadkill?

I'm SUCH a romantic.

[Cheryl S.]

Yay for no hissing!

[Chris]

No hissing is good! :)

[Nicole]

Yay no hissing!

And I forgot poetry day. AGAIN. Bad English major.

[Kim]

I suppose even carrion deserve comfort, but I'll leave that particular goodwill to someone else.

[Mary Lou]

Sad. I read it first as Cardigan Comfort. Yes, it is cold here.

[mrspao]

Lovely poem. I remembered that it was the right time for poetry day but didn't know which day!

Oscar is cute. Have you catnipped him?

[Rachel]

Huh...the whole right side of your post is cut off...that's strange. No wonder i wasn't making any sense of the poem (well, there could be other reasons too)!

[Carrie K]

Thats really weird!! I didnt notice it when I first posted it but it
sure is doing that now. I played with Typepad and then finally sent them
a screwed up ticket.

The building mgt is down here fixing our heating/air system and
apparently were not hooked up at all. No wonder its so hot/cold.