Thursday, 4 March 2010

The Thursday Poem



Young Woman Reading by a Window by Delphin Enjolras


GERTRUDE'S PRAYER

That which is marred at birth Time shall not mend,
Nor water out of bitter well make clean;
All evil thing returneth at the end,
Or elseway walketh in our blood unseen.
Whereby the more is sorrow in certaine-
Dayspring mishandled cometh not againe.

To-bruized be that slender, sterting spray
Out of the oake's rind that should betide
A branch of girt and goodliness, straightway
Her spring is turned on herself, and wried
And knotted like some gall or veiney wen.-
Dayspring mishandled cometh not agen.

Noontide repayeth never morning-bliss-
Sith noon to morn is incomparable;
And, so it be our dawning goth amiss,
None other after-hour serveth well.
Ah! Jesu-Moder, pieie my oe paine-
Dayspring mishandled cometh not againe!

Rudyard Kipling
(30th December 1865 - 18th January 1936)

from the book: Poem for the Day One

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