Espressound

"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