greykit.poetry — #despair
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1918
[gerard-manley-hopkins]
Carrion Comfort
One of the terrible sonnets: a refusal to feast on despair, and a wrestling match with a lion-limbed God that the speaker only afterwards realises he was cheering — that night, that year of now done darkness, I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.
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1862
[christina-rossetti]
A Better Resurrection
No wit, no words, no tears; a heart like a stone, a faded leaf, a broken bowl — each stanza handing the ruin over to be remade: cast in the fire the perished thing, and melt and remould it.