G.M. Hopkins

one word more

by Roberto Lavidez

there is

a day

of all

the year

when life

revisits me

nerve and

vein

in the

staring

darkness

I can hear

the harshness

of the

cold wind

blowing

my own

heart

let me

more

have pity

on;

let me live

to my

sad self

hereafter

kind

charitable

when waking

hearts can

pardon much

and hard men

feel a

softening

touch

what makes

the man

and what

the man

within

that makes:

I have

desired

to go

where

springs

not fail

to fields

where flies

no sharp

and sided

hail

and a few

lilies blow

give beauty

back

beauty

beauty

beauty

back to god

beauty’s self

and beauty’s

giver

it does

amaze me

when the

clicking hour

clings on

the stroke

of death

that I can

smile

your comfort

is as sharp

as swords

and I cry out

for wounded

love

what would

the world be

once bereft

of wet and

of wildness?

let them

be left

o let them

be left

wildness

and wet;

now one

word more

and then

I am gone

indeed

warn’d by

the bright

procession

of the stars

I did not

mean

to sleep

but found

I had slept

a little and

was chill

while a

subtle spirit

and rare

breathe

as in the

mysterious

air

above me

round me lie

fronting my

forward eye

with sweet

and scarless

sky

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