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A sonnet by Gerard Manley Hopkins.



I WAKE and feel the fell of dark, not day.

What hours, O what black hours we have spent

This night! What sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!

And more must, in yet longer lights delay.

With witness i speak this. But where i say

Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent

To dearest him that lives alas! away.



I am gall, i am heratburn. God's most deep decree

Bitter would have me taste:my taste was me;

Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.

Seifyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see

The lost are like this, and their scourage to be

As i am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.

This is a sonnet from someone called Digby Mackworth Dolben.



ONE night i dreamt that in a gleaming hall

You played, and overheard the air was sweet

With waving kerchiefs; then a sudden fall

Of flowers; and jewels clashed about your feet.

Around you glittering forms, a starry ring,

In echo sang of youth and golden ease:

You leant to me a moment, crying---"sing,

If, as you say, you love me, sing with these.'---

In vain my lips were opened, for my throat

Was choked somewhence, my tongue was sore and dry,

And in my soul alone the answering note;

Till, in a piercing discord, one shrill cry,

As of a haunted creature, from me broke.

You laughed, and in great bitterness i woke.

This is a poem from a Guy called Charles Causley.



I AM the great sun,but you do not see me,

I am your husband, but you turn away.

I am the captive, but you do not free me,

I am the captain you will not obey.



I am the truth, but you will not believe me,

I am the city where you will not stay,

I am your wife, your child, but you will leave me,

I am the God to whom you will not pray.



I am your counsel, but you do not hear me,

I am the lover whom you will betray,

I am the victor, but you do not cheer me,

I am the holy dove whom you will slay.



I am your life, but if you will not name me,

Seal up your soul with tears, and never blame me.

This poem is from a drawing im working on for a friend. Its about a battle between two halfs.



The night is falling

its nearly here,

And with it comes

the stink of fear.



A battle is waged

between the two,

Who will come

out alive him or you.



The clouds are

moving out of site,

So the moon can light

this grizzly fight.



Two halfs of

one whole,

Merged together

as one soul.



Fighting together

in this fire,

The hellspawn

and the vampire.



The End.