My own heart let me more have pity on
Gerard Manley Hopkins
1844 to 1889
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My own heart let me more have pity on;
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; live this tormented mind
With this tormented mind tormenting yet.
I cast for comfort I can no more get
groping round my comfortless, than blind
Eyes in their can day or thirst can find
Thirst's all-in-all in a world of wet.
Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, do advise
You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size
At God when to God knows what; whose smile
's not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather — as skies
Betweenpie — lights a lovely mile.