My Own Heart Let Me
More have Pity On
By Gerald Manley Hopkins
My own heart let me more have pity on;
let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; not live this tormented
mind
With this tormented mind tormenting
yet.
I cast for comfort I can no more get
By groping round my comfortless, than
blind
Eyes in their dark can day or thirst
can find
Thirst's all-in-all in all a world of
wet.
Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do
advise
You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts
awhile
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let
joy size
At God knows when to God knows what;
whose smile
's not wrung, see you; unforeseen times
rather — as skies
Betweenpie mountains — lights a lovely
mile.
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