Happy New Year! : Snow is cold
March Madness

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.
Blog pix 2433

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.


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.

Cheryl S.

Yay for no hissing!


No hissing is good! :)


Yay no hissing!

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


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.


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?


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.

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