Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ABYSS, by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS Poet's Biography First Line: No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief Last Line: Life death does end and each day dies with sleep. Variant Title(s): "the Terrible Sonnets: 2;""no Worst, There Is More, Pitched Past Pitch Of Grief""; Subject(s): Death; Despair; Grief; Religion; Social Protest; Dead, The; Sorrow; Sadness; Theology | ||||||||
NO worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring. Comforter, where, where is your comforting? Mary, mother of us, where is your relief? My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief Woe, world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil wince and sing -- Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked 'No lingering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief'. O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep, Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all Life death does end and each day dies with sleep. | Discover our poem explanations - click here!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUTURE OF TERROR / 5 by MATTHEA HARVEY MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY |
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