Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A HOPKINS RUMBLE, 1999, by JOHN ARTHUR HAZARD First Line: Gerard, juke-step jerry, little wrestler, soul-mess Subject(s): Hopkins, Gerard Manley (1844-1889) | ||||||||
For James Richardson Gerard, juke-step Jerry, little wrestler, soul-mess of sinew and mind-sight, fired spark, joyed Jesuit, grief-clog too, but a pan-flute in every Ave, you half-nelson the syntax dandies, ram them to canvas, sit upon and pin the god-fops, minions of ghost tomes, trite chimes, though you walk among them, too, jig and roar of black-robed stroll in golden-grove and choral iambs. You were, yes, that falcon flight, the labor, soar, and dive, but buzzard nose for carrion, too, sniffed your own, knew, alone, the rot, rope-knot or buckle of roots under-on rock, your gowned back to roses, rosaries, but eyes a song gone up, too, sickly little wings stuck in God-glue air: how long? You sang one dialectic flight, sir-the only kind. How high can the swallow swoop, how low the falcon grieve, relieve, in fall till pinions hold him, there, to kill? Light- weight, mutt, heaver of iron, scrap, feather: I believe the hurt, believe you saw what you saw. Copyright © 1999 by The Modern Poetry Association. This poem appears in the June 2000 issue of Poetry Magazine. http://www.poetrymagazine.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONG AFTER HOPKINS by BRIAN TEARE PIED BEAUTY by STANLEY J. SHARPLESS BLESSED WATER COMPARED TO THE HEROIN WE BREATHE by ALAN ANSEN BREAKFAST WITH GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS by ANTHONY BRODE AT HOPKIN'S GRAVE JUNE 8TH 1989 by DESMOND EGAN FATHER GERARD HOPKINS, S.J by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER ON BERIA'S LAP by RACHEL LODEN THE SUICIDE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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