Reading Gerard Manley Hopkins

I lay, looking lost, because I am,
And also trapped within the snares
That Manley's verse has sprung.
The threads of thought which led
Me in continue out his cages' sides,
While I do not. I turn, reread, and doing
So sometimes see some of what he's
Said, but, still, I'm trapped. I'm lost,
But never cry out. He had God to comfort
Him. I have his whirlwinds of words,
Which lift me first, then leave me prone,
Bewildered. I don't mind.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-21 at 23:40

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