Thursday, 22 March 2012

The Thursday Poem

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

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