"I wake and feel the fell of dark not day
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day,
What hour, O what black hours we have spent
This night! What sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light's delay,
-With witness I speak this. But where I say
Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament
Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent
To deares him that lives alas! away.
-I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, fless filled, blood brimmed the cures.
-Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see
The lost are like this, and their scourge to be
As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse."
remastered by thierry kauffmann from the original reading at classicalpoetryaloud.com