WAKING  UP

Poem for Today - Sunday - October 19, 2014

I  WAKE AND FEEL 

THE FELL OF DARK 

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.

What hours, O what black hours we have spent

This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!

And more must, in yet longer light's delay.

With witness I speak this. But where I say

Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament

Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent

To dearest him that lives alas! away.

I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree

Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;

Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.

Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see

The lost are like this, and their scourge to be

As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.

© Gerard Manley Hopkins,

In Hopkins, The Mystic Poets,

Preface by Rev. Thomas Ryan,

Page 58