Posted by Dasypodidae on November 21, 2000, at 8:04:39
In reply to Restricting Content per Dr Bobs decree :o), posted by Dasypodidae on November 21, 2000, at 7:43:16
Good Morning Hannah
I'm posting a Gerard Manley Hopkins poem for you and anyone else who is struggling. My favorite phrase is "that year of now done darkness". Because the fact that it will end or even the possibility that it will end is something to cling to. And encouraging you to hope, wish day come, and not choose not to be.
NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man
In me ór, 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 5
Thy wring-world right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan
With darksome devouring eyes my bruisèd bones? 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 that toil, that coil, since (seems) I kissed the rod, 10
Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, would laugh, chéer.
Cheer whom though? the hero whose heaven-handling flung me, fóot tród
Me? or me that fought him? O which one? is it each one? That night, that year
Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.
poster:Dasypodidae
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