Marilyn

Marilyn Monroe (née Norma Jeane Mortenson), por Geroge Barris, fotógrafo

Gafanhoto

Gafanhoto, Joel Sartore, fotógrafo

Cassandra, a bela

Cassandra, Evelyn De Morgan, pintora

Cassandra, a feliz

We’d break the city’s unfeeling clutch

And back to good Mother Earth we’d go,

With Birds and blossoms and such-and-such,

And love and kisses and so-and-so.

We’d build a bungalow, white and green,

With rows of hollyhocks, all sedate.

And you’d come out on the five-eighteen

And meet me down at the garden gate.

We’d leave the city completely flat

And dwell with chickens and cows and bees,

‘Mid brooks and bowers and this and that,

And joys and blisses and those and these.

We’d greet together the golden days,

And hail the sun in the morning sky.

We’d find an Eden—to coin a phrase—

The sole inhabitants, you and I.

With sweet simplicity all our aim,

We’d fare together to start anew

In peace and quiet and what’s-its-name,

And soul communion, or what have you?

But oh, my love, if we made the flight,

I see the end of our pastoral plan . . .

Why, you’d be staying in town each night,

And I’d elope with the furnace man.

Cassandra Drops Into Verse, 

Dorothy Parker (née Dorothy Rothschild),

poetisa (51º aniversário de sua morte)

Berçário de estrelas

Aglomerado aberto com nebulosa NGC 346, 

Telescópio Espacial Hubble,

NASA, ESA e A. Nota (STScI/ESA)

Pescadores na noite

Fishermen at Sea, Joseph Mallord William Turner, pintor, no 243º Aniversário de sua morte

Un soneto me manda hacer Violante

Un soneto me manda hacer Violante
que en mi vida me he visto en tanto aprieto;
catorce versos dicen que es soneto;
burla burlando van los tres delante.

Yo pensé que no hallara consonante,
y estoy a la mitad de otro cuarteto;
mas si me veo en el primer terceto,
no hay cosa en los cuartetos que me espante.

Por el primer terceto voy entrando,
y parece que entré con pie derecho,
pues fin con este verso le voy dando.


Ya estoy en el segundo, y aun sospecho
que voy los trece versos acabando;
contad si son catorce, y está hecho.

Félix Lope de Vega y Carpio, poeta, dramaturgo

Ma mignonne

Ma mignonne,
Je vous donne
Le bon jour;
Le séjour
C’est prison.
Guérison
Recouvrez,
Puis ouvrez
Votre porte
Et qu’on sorte
Vitement,
Car Clément
Le vous mande.
Va, friande
De ta bouche,
Qui se couche
En danger
Pour manger
Confitures;
Si tu dures
Trop malade,
Couleur fade
Tu prendras,
Et perdras
L’embonpoint.
Dieu te doint
Santé bonne,
Ma mignonne.

A une Damoyselle malade, Clément Marot, poeta, pelo seu 526º aniversário

Mnemónica do Sistema Solar

Maria     Mercúrio     Mother

Veio     Vénus     Very

Trazer     Terra     Thoughtfully

Mais     Marte     Made

Algumas     Asteróides     A

Jóias     Júpiter     Jelly

Sem     Saturno     Sandwich

Usufruir     Urano     Under

Nenhum     Neptuno     No

Prémio     Plutão     Protest

Mnemónica com a ordem dos planetas (9) do sistema solar, in Viajantes do Espaço (Have Space Suit - Will Travel), Robert A. Heinlein, escritor (100º aniversário do seu nascimento), tradução de Maria Nóvoa

Adeus, meu amor, adeus

Hear the wind sing a sad, old song

it knows I'm leaving you today

please dont cry or my heart will break

when I go on my way

goodbye my love goodbye

goodbye and au revoir

as long as you remember me

I'll never be too far

goodbye my love goodbye

I always be true

so hold me in your dreams

till I come back to you

see the stars in the sky above

they'll shine wherever I may roam

I'll pray every lonely night

That soon they'll guide me home

Goodbye, my love goodbye, Demis Roussos (Artemios Ventouris Roussos), cantor, 70º aniversário de seu nascimento

Eu gosto tanto de ti

Eu gosto tanto de ti que até me prejudico, Zeca (José) Medeiros, músico

Visualizando a Marcha Russa

Carte figurative des pertes successives en hommes de l’Armée française dans la campagne de Russie en 1812-1813, Charles Joseph Minard, engenheiro

O Tempo Passa? Não Passa

O tempo passa? Não passa 
no abismo do coração. 
Lá dentro, perdura a graça 
do amor, florindo em canção. 

O tempo nos aproxima 
cada vez mais, nos reduz 
a um só verso e uma rima 
de mãos e olhos, na luz. 

Não há tempo consumido 
nem tempo a economizar. 
O tempo é todo vestido 
de amor e tempo de amar. 

O meu tempo e o teu, amada, 
transcendem qualquer medida. 
Além do amor, não há nada, 
amar é o sumo da vida. 

São mitos de calendário 
tanto o ontem como o agora, 
e o teu aniversário 
é um nascer toda a hora. 

E nosso amor, que brotou 
do tempo, não tem idade, 
pois só quem ama 
escutou o apelo da eternidade. 

O Tempo Passa? Não Passa, Carlos Drummond de Andrade, poeta

O Amor

Estou a amar-te como o frio
corta os lábios.

A arrancar a raiz
ao mais diminuto dos rios.

A inundar-te de facas,
de saliva esperma lume.

Estou a rodear de agulhas
a boca mais vulnerável

A marcar sobre os teus flancos
o itinerário da espuma

Assim é o amor: mortal e navegável.

O Amor, Eugénio de Andrade (José Fontinhas), poeta

Ainda bem, idiota

Não me incomodam. Deixam-me ir.
Dizem que não pode acontecer nada.
Ainda bem.
Não pode acontecer nada. Tudo chega e gira
sempre em torno do Espírito Santo,
em torno de determinado espírito (tu sabes) —
que bem.

Não, realmente não deve pensar-se que haja
qualquer perigo nisso.
Sim, há o sangue.
O sangue é o mais pesado. O sangue é pesado.
Por vezes penso que não posso mais —
(Ainda bem.)

Ah, que linda bola;
vermelha e redonda como um Em-toda-a-parte.
Ainda bem que a criastes.
Ela vem quando se chama?

De que estranha maneira tudo se comporta,
apressa-se a juntar-se, separa-se nadando:
amigável, um pouco vago. 

Ainda bem.

A Canção do Idiota, Rainer Maria Rilke, poeta

Sonata ao Luar

Sonata ao Luar (Sonata para piano n.º 14, Op. 27 n.º 2), Maria João Alexandre Barbosa Pires, pianista, obra de Ludwig van Beethoven, génio, no seu 245º aniversário

I am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below--above the vaulted sky.

I am, John Clarence,  poeta

A Gaivota

NINA: O que está a escrever?
TRIGORIN: São só uns apontamentos... Ocorreu-me agora mesmo um tema... (Mete o bloco de notas na algibeira) Um tema para um conto. Uma rapariga que passou a vida à beira de um lago. Assim, como você. Essa rapariga ama o lago, como uma gaivota. Um homem passa, olha para ela, e como não tem mais nada que fazer, destrói-a - como aquela gaivota ali.

A Gaivota, Ato II, Anton Pavlovitch Tchekov (Анто́н Па́влович Че́хов), dramaturgo, escritor

O lago

Озеро (Lago), Isaac Ilyich Levitan (Исаа́к Ильи́ч Левита́н), pintor

Gaivota no lago

Seagul at Bear Lake, Lauren Mcfarland, pintora

Ciclope

O Ciclope, Odilon Redon (Bertrand-Jean Redon), pintor

神奈川沖浪裏, a Grande onda

神奈川沖浪裏, A Grande Onda de Kanagawa, Katsushika Hokusai, pintor e gravurista

Ondas calmas

Waves, Calm, Alex Kanevsky, pintor

Ai! Se Sêsse!...

Se um dia nós se gostasse;
Se um dia nós se queresse;
Se nós dois se impariásse,
Se juntinho nós dois vivesse!
Se juntinho nós dois morasse
Se juntinho nós dois drumisse;
Se juntinho nós dois morresse!
Se pro céu nós assubisse?
Mas porém, se acontecesse
qui São Pêdo não abrisse
as portas do céu e fosse,
te dizê quarqué toulíce?
E se eu me arriminasse
e tu cum eu insistisse,
prá qui eu me arrezorvesse
e a minha faca puxasse,
e o buxo do céu furasse?...
Tarvez qui nós dois ficasse
tarvez qui nós dois caísse
e o céu furado arriasse
e as virge tôdas fugisse!!!

Ai se sêsse!..., Zé da Luz (Severino de Andrade Silva), poeta, 50º aniversário de sua morte

 

Canção da Paz

Hevenu Shalom Aleinu...Ma Ana Ajmal Min Salam...,  Songs for Peace: Leah Shabat, Shlomo Gronich, Zehavah Ben, Eli Luzon, Sahmir Shukri, Nivine Jaabri, Elias Julianos, Lubna Salame, músicos

Dom Fafe

Dom-fafe, Pyrrhula pyrrhula

Confutatis

Confutatis maledictis,

Flammis acribus addictis:

Voca me cum benedictis.

Oro supplex et acclinis,
Cor contritum quasi cinis:
Gere curam mei finis.

  

Confutatis, Requiem em Ré menor (K. 626), Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 

Serei feliz, bem feliz

Meu coração, não sei porquê
Bate feliz quando te vê
E os meus olhos ficam sorrindo
E pelas ruas vão te seguindo
Mas mesmo assim foges de mim

Ah, se tu soubesses
Como sou tão carinhoso
E o muito, muito que te quero
E como é sincero o meu amor
Eu sei que tu não fugirias mais de mim

Vem, vem, vem, vem
Vem sentir o calor dos lábios meus
À procura dos teus
Vem matar essa paixão
Que me devora o coração
E só assim então serei feliz
Bem feliz

Carinhoso, Marisa Monte e Paulinho da Viola, composição de Pixinguinha, músicos

She comes in colours

She comes in colors everywhere; 
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

She comes in colors everywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

Have you seen her dressed in blue?
See the sky in front of you
And her face is like a sail
Speck of white so fair and pale
Have you seen the lady fairer?

She comes in colors everywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

Have you seen her all in gold?
Like a queen in days of old
She shoots colors all around
Like a sunset going down
Have you seen the lady fairer?

She comes in colors everywhere;
She combs her hair
She's like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

She's like a rainbow
Coming colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

She's a Rainbow, The Rolling Stones, Músicos

I promise that I'll run away with you

"Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream" she said
"The one that makes me laugh" she said
And threw her arms around my neck
"Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you"

Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
"Why are you so far away?" she said
"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
That I'm in love with you"

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream

Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven

Just Like Heaven, The Cure, músicos

Glória

Gloria, Missa in Angustiis ou Missa Nelson, (Franz) Joseph Haydn, compositor

Chegarei sempre, ainda que seja noite, porque tenho sede

De noche, cuando la sombra
de todo el mundo se junta,
de noche, cuando el camino
huele a romero y a juncia,

de noche iremos, de noche,
sin luna iremos, sin luna,
que para encontrar la fuente
sólo la sed nos alumbra.

De cómo el hombre que se pierde llega siempre a Belén…, Luis Rosales Camacho, poeta

I want you, I need you, Oh-oh, to make me better

Make You Better, The Decemberists, músicos

Perdido no Mar

Lost at Sea, Dave Thomas Junior, Músico

Pato Mandarim

Pato mandarim (Aix galericulata)

Bom dia

La rencontre, ou "Bonjour Monsieur Courbet", Gustave Courbet, pintor

Alegria e Esperança

Para iluminar a problemática humana e salvar o homem

Nos nossos dias, a humanidade, cheia de admiração ante as próprias descobertas e poder, debate, porém, muitas vezes, com angústia, as questões relativas à evolução actual do mundo, ao lugar e missão do homem no universo, ao significado do seu esforço individual e colectivo, enfim, ao último destino das criaturas e do homem.

Por isso, o Concílio, testemunhando e expondo a fé do Povo de Deus por Cristo congregado, não pode manifestar mais eloquentemente a sua solidariedade, respeito e amor para com a inteira família humana, na qual está inserido, do que estabelecendo com ela diálogo sobre esses vários problemas, aportando a luz do Evangelho e pondo à disposição do género humano as energias salvadoras que a Igreja, conduzida pelo Espírito Santo, recebe do seu Fundador. Trata-se, com efeito, de salvar a pessoa do homem e de restaurar a sociedade humana. Por isso, o homem será o fulcro de toda a nossa exposição: o homem na sua unidade e integridade: corpo e alma, coração e consciência, inteligência e vontade.

Eis a razão por que este sagrado Concílio, proclamando a sublime vocação do homem, e afirmando que nele está depositado um germe divino, oferece ao género humano a sincera cooperação da Igreja, a fim de instaurar a fraternidade universal que a esta vocação corresponde. Nenhuma ambição terrena move a Igreja, mas ùnicamente este objectivo: continuar, sob a direcção do Espírito Consolador, a obra de Cristo que veio ao mundo para dar testemunho da verdade, para salvar e não para julgar, para servir e não para ser servido.

Gaudium et Spes (Alegria e Esperança) sobre a Igreja no mundo contemporâneo, constituição pastoral do Concílio Vaticano II, no 49º aniversário do encerramento do Concílio

The Wreck of the Deutschland

to the happy memory of five Francisan nuns,

exiles by the Falck Laws, drowned between

midnight & morning of December 7 [[1875]].

Part the first

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1Thou mastering me

2  God! giver of breath and bread;

3World's strand, sway of the sea;

4  Lord of living & dead;

5    Thou hast bound bones & veins in me, fastened me flesh,

6  And after it álmost únmade, what with dread,

7    Thy doing: & dost thou touch me afresh?

8Over again I feel thy finger & find theé.

##

9I did say yes

10  O at lightning & lashed rod;

11Thou heardst me truer than tongue confess

12  Thy terror, O Christ, O God;

13    Thou knowest the walls, altar & hour & night:

14  The swoon of a heart that the sweep & the hurl of thee trod

15    Hard down with a horror of height:

16And the midriff astrain with leaning of, laced with fire of stress.

##

17The frown of his face

18  Before me, the hurtle of hell

19Behind, where, where was a, where was a place?

20  I whirled out wings that spell

21    And fled with a fling of the heart to the heart of the Host.

22  My heart, but you were dovewinged, I can tell,

23    Carrier-witted, I am bold to boast,

24To flash from the flame to the flame then, tower from the grace to the grace.

##

25I am soft sift

26  In an hourglass -- at the wall

27Fast, but mined with a motion, a drift,

28  And it crowds & it combs to the fall;

29    I steady as a water in a well, to a poise, to a pane,

30  But roped with, always, all the way down from the tall

31    Fells or flanks of the voel, a vein

32Of the gospel proffer, a pressure, a principle, Christ's gift.

##

33I kiss my hand

34  To the stars, lovely-asunder

35Starlight, wafting him out of it; and

36  Glow, glory in thunder;

37    Kiss my hand to the dappled-with-damson west:

38  Since, tho' he is under the world's splendour & wonder,

39    His mystery must be instressed, stressed;

40For I greet him the days I meet him, & bless when I understand.

##

41Not out of his bliss

42  Springs the stress felt

43Nor first from heaven (and few know this)

44  Swings the stroke dealt --

45    Stroke & a stress that stars & storms deliver,

46  That guilt is hushed by, hearts are flushed by & melt --

47    But it rides time like riding a river

48(And here the faithful waver, the faithless fable & miss).

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49It dates from day

50  Of his going in Galilee;

51Warm-laid grave of a womb-life grey;

52  Manger, maiden's knee;

53    The dense & the driven Passion, & frightful sweat:

54  Thence the discharge of it, there its swelling to be,

55    Tho' felt before, though in high flood yet --

56What none would have known of it, only the heart, being hard at bay,

##

57Is out with it! Oh,

58  We lash with the best or worst

59Word last! How a lush-kept plush-capped sloe

60  Will, mouthed to flesh-burst,

61    Gush! -- flush the man, the being with it, sour or sweet,

62  Brim, in a flash, full! -- Hither then, last or first,

63    To hero of Calvary, Christ,'s feet --

64Never ask if meaning it, wanting it, warned of it -- men go.

##

65Be adored among men,

66  God, three-numberéd form;

67Wring thy rebel, dogged in den,

68  Man's malice, with wrecking & storm.

69    Beyond saying sweet, past telling of tongue,

70  Thou art lightning & love, I found it, a winter & warm;

71    Father & fondler of heart thou hast wrung:

72Hast thy dark descending & most art merciful then.

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73With an anvil-ding

74  And with fire in him forge thy will

75Or rather, rather then, stealing as Spring

76  Through him, melt him but master him still:

77    Whether át ónce, as once at a crash Paul,

78  Or as Austin, a lingering-out sweet skill,

79    Make mercy in all of us, out of us all

80Mastery, but be adored, but be adored king.

Part the second

##

81"Some find me a sword; some

82  The flange & the rail; flame,

83Fang, or flood" goes Death on drum,

84  And storms bugle his fame.

85    But wé dréam we are rooted in earth -- Dust!

86  Flesh falls within sight of us, we, though our flower the same,

87    Wave with the meadow, forget that there must

88The sour scythe cringe, & the blear share come.

##

89On Saturday sailed from Bremen,

90  American-outward-bound,

91Take settler & seamen, tell men with women,

92  Two hundred souls in the round --

93    O Father, not under thy feathers nor ever as guessing

94  The goal was a shoal, of a fourth the doom to be drowned;

95    Yet díd the dark side of the bay of thy blessing

96Not vault them, the million of rounds of thy mercy not reeve even them in?

##

97Into the snows she sweeps,

98  Hurling the haven behind,

99The Deutschland, on Sunday; & so the sky keeps,

100  For the infinite air is unkind,

101    And the sea flint-flake, black-backed in the regular blow,

102  Sitting Eastnortheast, in cursed quarter, the wind;

103    Wiry & white-fiery & whírlwind-swivellèd snow

104Spins to the widow-making unchilding unfathering deeps.

##

105She drove in the dark to leeward,

106  She struck -- not a reef or a rock

107But the combs of a smother of sand: night drew her

108  Dead to the Kentish Knock;

109    And she beat the bank down with her bows & the ride of her keel:

110  The breakers rolled on her beam with ruinous shock?

111    And canvass & compass, the whorl & the wheel

112Idle for ever to waft her or wind her with, these she end{~u}red.

##

113Hope had grown grey hairs,

114  Hope had mourning on,

115Trenched with tears, carved with cares,

116  Hope was twelve hours gone;

117    And frightful a nightfall folded rueful a day

118  Nor rescue, only rocket & light ship, shone,

119    And lives at last were washing away:

120To the shrouds they took, -- they shook in the hurling & horrible airs.

##

121One stirred from the rigging to save

122  The wild woman-kind below,

123With a rope's end round the man, handy & brave --

124  He was pitched to his death at a blow,

125    For all his dreadnought breast & braids of thew:

126  They could tell him for hours, dandled the to & fro

127    Through the cobbled foam-fleece. What could he do

128With the burl of the fountains of air, buck & the flood of the wave?

##

129They fought with God's cold --

130  And they could not & fell to the deck

131(Crushed them) or water (and drowned them) or rolled

132  With the sea-romp over the wreck.

133    Night roared, with the heart-break hearing a heart-broke rabble,

134  The woman's wailing, the crying of child without check --

135    Till a lioness arose breasting the babble,

136A prophetess towered in the tumult, a virginal tongue told.

##

137Ah, touched in your bower of bone

138  Are you! turned for an exquisite smart,

139Have you! make words break from me here all alone,

140  Do you! -- mother of being in me, heart.

141    O unteachably after evil, but uttering truth,

142  Why, tears! is it? tears; such a melting, a madrigal start!

143    Never-eldering revel & river of youth,

144What can it be, this glee? the good you have there of your own?

##

145Sister, a sister calling

146  A master, her master & mine! --

147And the inboard seas run swirling & hawling?

148  The rash smart sloggering brine

149    Blinds her; but shé that weather sees óne thing, one;

150  Has óne fetch ín her: she rears herself to divine

151    Ears, & the call of the tall nun

152To the men in the tops & the tackle rode over the storm's brawling.

##

153She was first of a five & came

154  Of a coifèd sisterhood.

155(O Deutschland, double a desperate name!

156  O world wide of its good!

157    But Gertrude, lily, & Luther, are two of a town,

158  Christ's lily & beast of the waste wood:

159    From life's dawn it is drawn down,

160Abel is Cain's brother and breasts they have sucked the same.)

##

161Loathed for a love men knew in them,

162  Banned by the land of their birth,

163Rhine refused them, Thames would ruin them;

164  Surf, snow, river & earth

165    Gnashed: but thou art above, thou Orion of light;

166  Thy unchancelling poising palms were weighing the worth,

167    Thou martyr-master: in th{'y} sight

168Storm flakes were scroll-leaved flowers, lily showers -- sweet heaven was astrew in them.

##

169Five! the finding & sake

170  And cipher of suffering Christ.

171Mark, the mark is of man's make

172  And the word of it Sacrificed.

173    But he scores it in scarlet himself on his own bespoken,

174  Before-time-taken, dearest prizèd & priced --

175    Stigma, signal, cinquefoil token

176For lettering of the lamb's fleece, ruddying of the rose-flake.

##

177Joy fall to thee, father Francis,

178  Drawn to the life that died;

179With the gnarls of the nails in thee, niche of the lance, his

180  Lovescape crucified

181    And seal of his seraph-arrival! & these thy daughters

182  And five-livèd & leavèd favour & pride,

183    Are sisterly sealed in wild waters,

184To bathe in his fall-gold mercies, to breathe in his all-fire glances.

##

185Away in the loveable west,

186  On a pastoral forehead of Wales,

187I was under a roof here, I was at rest,

188  And they the prey of the gales;

189    She to the black-about air, to the breaker, the thickly

190  Falling flakes, to the throng that catches and quails

191    Was calling "O Christ, Christ, come quickly":

192The cross to her she calls Christ to her, christens her wildworst Best.

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193The majesty! what did she mean?

194  Breathe, arch & original Breath.

195Is it lóve in her of the béing as her lóver had béen?

196  Breathe, body of lovely Death.

197    They were else-minded then, altogether, the men

198  Wóke thee with a we are périshing in the wéather of Gennésaréth.

199    Or ís it that she cried for the crown then,

200The keener to come at the comfort for feeling the combating keen?

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201For how to the heart's cheering

202  The down-dugged ground-hugged grey

203Hovers off, the jay-blue heavens appearing

204  Of pied & peeled May!

205    Blue-beating & hoary-glow height; or night, still higher,

206  With belled fire & the moth-soft Milky way,

207    What by your measure is the heaven of desire,

208The treasure never eyesight got, nor was ever guessed what for the hearing?

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209Nó, but it was nót these.

210  The jading & jar of the cart,

211Time's tásking, it is fathers that asking for ease

212  Of the sodden-with-its-sorrowing heart,

213    Not danger, electrical horror; then further it finds

214  The appealing of the Passion is tenderer in prayer apart:

215    Other, I gather, in measure her mind's

216Burden, in wind's burly & beat of endragonèd seas.

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217But how shall I . . . make me room there:

218  Reach me a ... Fancy, come faster --

219Strike you the sight of it? look at it loom there,

220  Thing that she ... There then! the Master,

221    Ipse, the only one, Christ, King, Head:

222  He was to cure the extremity where he had cast her;

223    Do, deal, lord it with living & dead;

224Let him ride, her pride, in his triumph, despatch & have done with his doom there.

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225Ah! there was a heart right!

226  There was single eye!

227Read the unshapeable shock night

228  And knew the who & the why;

229    Wording it how but by him that present & past,

230  Heaven & earth are word of, worded by? --

231    The Simon Peter of a soul! to the blast

232Tárpéían-fast, but a blown beacon of light.

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233Jesu, heart's light,

234  Jesu, maid's son,

235What was the feast followed the night

236  Thou hadst glory of this nun? --

237    Féast of the óne wóman withóut stáin.

238  For so conceivèd, so to conceive thee is done;

239    But here was heart-throe, birth of a brain,

240Word, that heard & kept thee & uttered thee óutríght.

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241Well, shé has thée for the pain, for the

242  Patience: but pity of the rest of them!

243Heart, go & bleed at a bitterer vein for the

244  Comfortless unconfessed of them --

245    No not uncomforted: lovely-felicitous Providence

246  Fínger of a ténder of, O of a féathery délicacy, the bréast of the

247    Maiden could obey so, be a bell to, ring óf it, and

248Startle the poor sheep back! is the shipwrack then a harvest, does tempest carry the grain for thee?

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249I admire thee, master of the tides,

250  Of the Yore-flood, of the year's fall;

251The recurb & the recovery of the gulf's sides,

252  The girth of it & the wharf of it & the wall;

253    Staunching, quenching ocean of a motionable mind;

254  Ground of being, & granite of it: pást áll

255    Grásp Gód, thróned behínd

256Death with a sovereignty that heeds but hides, bodes but abides;

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257With a mercy that outrides

258  The all of water, an ark

259For the listener; for the lingerer with a love glides

260  Lower than death & the dark;

261    A vein for the visiting of the past-prayer, pent in prison,

262  The-last-breath penitent spirits -- the uttermost mark

263    Our passion-plungèd giant risen,

264The Christ of the Father compassionate, fetched in the storm of his strides.

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265Now burn, new born to the world,

266  Doubled-naturèd name,

267The heaven-flung, heart-fleshed, maiden-furled

268  Miracle-in-Mary-of-flame,

269    Mid-numberèd he in three of the thunder-throne!

270  Not a dooms-day dazzle in his coming nor dark as he came;

271    Kind, but royally reclaiming his own;

272A released shówer, let flásh to the shíre, not a líghtning of fíre hard-húrled.

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273Dame, at our door

274  Drówned, & among oúr shóals,

275Remember us in the roads, the heaven-haven of the reward:

276  Our Kíng back, Oh, upon énglish sóuls!

277    Let him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east,

278  More brightening her, rare-dear Britain, as his reign rolls,

279    Pride, rose, prince, hero of us, high-priest,

280Our héarts' charity's héarth's fíre, our thóughts' chivalry's thróng's Lórd.

The Wreck of the Deutschland, Gerard Manley Hopkins, SJ, poeta