Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins Now first published: Edited with notes by Robert Bridges |
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Spelt from Sibyl's Leaves
Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, vaulty, voluminous, . . stupendous
Evening strains to be tíme's vást, womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night.
Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height
Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, stárs principal, overbend us,
Fíre-féaturing heaven. For earth her being has unbound, her dapple is at an end, as-
tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; self ín self steepèd and páshed—qúite
Disremembering, dísmémbering áll now. Heart, you round me right
With: Óur évening is over us; óur night whélms, whélms, ánd will end us.
Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish damask the tool-smooth bleak light; black,
Ever so black on it. Óur tale, O óur oracle! Lét life, wáned, ah lét life wind
Off hér once skéined stained véined varíety upon, áll on twó spools; párt, pen, páck
Now her áll in twó flocks, twó folds—black, white; right, wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind
But thése two; wáre of a wórld where bút these twó tell, each off the óther; of a rack
Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, thóughts agaínst thoughts ín groans grínd.
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