A Nun Takes The Veil
I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
Another Hopkins poem from me this week. I love the stillness of this poem and the notion of retreat.
Thank you for posting this, Janis. I love Hopkins – the line ‘out of the swing of the sea’ always makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck! How can anybody say so much in so few words?
A Perfect Choice.
Oh I don’t know this one. Stillness, yes, retreat. Lovely.
“… where no storms come …”
I think there are times when we all seek that, although for me–not all the time …
I haven’t read this poem before, but it reinforces my enthusiasm for Hopkins.