Choose two of Hopkins' poems, which seem to you to represent different moods and look at the way he looks at his relationship with God when he is feeling deeply depressed and when he is feeling full of praise

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Rosie Higgins                                  21/03/02

Choose two of Hopkins’ poems, which seem to you to represent different moods and look at the way he looks at his relationship with God when he is feeling deeply depressed and when he is feeling full of praise

Gerard Manley Hopkins was a 19th Century Roman Catholic Priest who wrote poems, and mainly sonnets. His poems surrounded nature or his own misery and usually relating to how he was feeling about God. ‘Pied Beauty’ and ‘42’are two poems that represent different moods but both come back to his religion.

42

This poem is somewhat gloomy and depressed.

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,

More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.

Comforter, where, where is your comforting?

Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?

My cries heave, herds- long: huddle in a main, a chief

Woe, world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil wince and sing -

Then lull, then leave off, Fury had shrieked ‘No ling -

ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief

Hopkins has never felt worst and feels he has been given more than grief. He feels bad but yet he knows that more bad things will happen and ‘more pans will...wilder wring’. He is reaching out for god (Comforter) to comfort him and feels he is not there and should be, he also asks for Mary (mother of us), asking for her support and relief. All the sadness he is experiencing feels worse, as he knows more is to come and no one is there to comfort him and he feels that they should be. He is beaten continuously, and feels that anger is shrieking to let it in and let it be fatal.

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O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall

Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap

May who ne’er hung there. Nor does long our small

Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here I creep,

Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all

Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.

        He feels his mind has ‘mountains’ and cliffs that are sheer and no-man-fathomed that can be fallen down from. He feels he is falling off these cliffs and mountains in his head and he doesn’t know where to end and those who have ...

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