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My Own Heart Let Me Have More Pity On Post by :CoachLarry Category :Poems Author :Gerard Manley Hopkins Date :August 2011 Read :801

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My Own Heart Let Me Have More Pity On

MY own heart let me have more 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.





(The end)
Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem: My Own Heart Let Me Have More Pity On

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