Young Woman Reading by a Window by Delphin Enjolras Thou are indeed just, Lord Justus quidem tu es, domine, si disputem tecum: verumtamen justa loquar ad te: Quare via impionum prosperatur? &c. Thou are indeed just, Lord, if I contend With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just. Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why must Disappointment all I endeavour end? Wert thou my enemy, O thou my friend, How wouldst thou worse, I wonder, than thou dost Defeat, thwart me? Oh, the sots and thralls of lust Do in spare hours more thrive than I that spend, Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and brakes Now, leaved how thick! laced they are again With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes Them; birds build - but not I build; no, but strain, Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain. Gerard Manley Hopkins (28th July 1844 - 8th June 1889) from the book: Poem for the Day One |
Thursday 22 March 2012
The Thursday Poem
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