The
second Hopkins poem on our journey from despair to delight is also deeply troubling,
but it does offer us a glimmer of light along the way.
A
note before you start reading: in the first line, the word ‘fell’ means ‘deadly,
ferocious evil’.
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hoĆ¼rs we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; the ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light's delay.
With witness I
speak this! But where I say
Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament
Is cries countless, cried like dead letters sent
To dearest him that lives alas! away.
I am gall, I am heartburn.
God's most deep decree
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.
Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I
see
The lost are like this, and their scourge to be
As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.
The main message Hopkins conveys
to me in this poem is his dreadful sense of loss; endless separation from the
one he loves; sourness and bitterness; visceral, heart-wrenching grief.
And yet.
He finds an element of detachment.
Despite his obvious distress, Hopkins is able to write perfectly formed
classic sonnet lines: ten syllables, with the stress on every second one: ‘I wake
and feel the fell of dark not day’. And then in the final six lines, he decides
to vary the rhyming structure from the standard <cde cde> of the previous poem to <ccd ccd> (decree/me/curse; see/be/worse).
There is resonance again with
mindfulness meditation - with the point at which we begin to create a space
between ourselves and the pain and distress. Instead of being caught outside in
the middle of a thunderstorm, we begin to watch the thunderstorm through a
window.
And maybe there is a purpose for him, behind all this
suffering. With ‘I see’ at the end of
line 14, Hopkins suggests that this experience is enabling him to understand the torment
of lost souls. We do not have to share his views on the afterlife to gain value
from this idea. If we have experienced grief and loss ourselves, we are so much
better placed to offer empathy and compassion to people we know who going through it all now.
‘ lights delay’ - suggestive that it will or is capable of appearing.
ReplyDeleteSometimes when we are so embroiled in the content of the wretchedness, we can forget that it is encapsulated in a poem.
At some moment, however hopeless, this person wrote sheer brilliance
With rhyme
Reason
Metre
Order
To have that presence of mind in hopelessness is always in the presence of hope