Imbolc/St Brighid Day aka Poetry Day
February 02, 2013
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.
Carrie- is that carrion as in roadkill?
I'm SUCH a romantic.
Posted by: lorraine | February 03, 2013 at 06:18 AM
Yay for no hissing!
Posted by: Cheryl S. | February 03, 2013 at 09:44 AM
No hissing is good! :)
Posted by: Chris | February 03, 2013 at 12:44 PM
Yay no hissing!
And I forgot poetry day. AGAIN. Bad English major.
Posted by: Nicole | February 03, 2013 at 10:25 PM
I suppose even carrion deserve comfort, but I'll leave that particular goodwill to someone else.
Posted by: Kim | February 06, 2013 at 07:51 AM
Sad. I read it first as Cardigan Comfort. Yes, it is cold here.
Posted by: Mary Lou | February 07, 2013 at 06:03 AM
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?
Posted by: mrspao | February 07, 2013 at 11:46 AM
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)!
Posted by: Rachel | February 07, 2013 at 08:04 PM
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.
Posted by: Carrie K | February 08, 2013 at 10:51 AM