We’ve now
reached stage 5 of our travels with Gerard Manley Hopkins – and here we find his
sonnet Felix Randal.
Felix Randal
the farrier, O is he dead then? my duty all ended,
Who have
watched his mould of man, big-boned and hardy-handsome
Pining, pining,
till time when reason rambled in it, and some
Fatal four
disorders, fleshed there, all contended?
Sickness broke
him. Impatient, he cursed at first, but mended
Being anointed
and all; though a heavenlier heart began some
Months earlier,
since I had our sweet reprieve and ransom
Tendered to
him. Ah well, God rest him all road ever he offended!
This seeing the
sick endears them to us, us too it endears.
My tongue had
taught thee comfort, touch had quenched thy tears,
Thy tears that
touched my heart, child, Felix, poor Felix Randal;
How far from
then forethought of, all thy more boisterous years,
When thou at
the random grim forge, powerful amidst peers,
Didst fettle
for the great grey drayhorse his bright and battering sandal.
This poem is about the life and the death of a
Liverpool blacksmith, whose real name was Felix Spencer. He died of pulmonary
tuberculosis at the age of 31 - the average life expectancy in Liverpool at
that time.
It may seems strange that I’m suggesting a poem
about death and dying can help us on our journey from despair to delight, but I
really think it can.
A few words and phrases may need explaining first.
In line 4, ‘fatal four disorders’
probably refers to the Catholic notion that there are four elements of original
sin. In line 13, ‘random’ means built
of rough stone. In line 14 ‘fettle’
means ‘make ready’, and ‘sandal’ is a
classical term for an early form of horseshoe.
I find a very strong affinity with Hopkins throughout
this poem. He wrote it just a few minutes’ walk from my University office,
where I am sitting right now. So it feels particularly real and tangible to me.
For me it resonates strongly with the real world
relationships I enjoy as a family doctor today. His vivid description of Felix
crumbling in the face of disease. His application of the best evidence-based
care (though for Hopkins his evidence comes from Catholic doctrine, not NICE
Guidelines). His bearing witness to Felix
the man, ‘powerful amidst peers’ in his ‘more boisterous years’.
But above all, in the mutual benefits that derive from his care of
Felix as his death approaches. I find the heart of this sonnet is in lines 8 to
10: ‘This seeing the
sick endears them to us, us too it
endears’. Sight, words, touch and tears - all shared,
in a beautiful reciprocity.
This is an
opportunity for all of us.
Connecting and giving are two of the Five Ways to Wellbeing. We can recognize – and accept as entirely
reasonable and legitimate - that we ourselves receive comfort, a greater sense
of wellbeing, as we provide comfort to others. We feel, we become, appreciated - and loved.
I felt neutral here
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I really appreciate how the mood in reading seems to parallel in part with Hopkins as he journeys on.
The picture brings Felix alive.
Where there is sensibility there is life
I believe the honesty of the mans life and labour resonates with a man stripped of all,who returns with less clothes and a real heart for the tiny simplistic bare paths.
They are the biggest