A Retreat with Hopkins: Holy Saturday

‘O Death, Death’ O Death, Death, He is come. O grounds of Hell make room. Who came from further than the stars Now comes as low beneath. Thy ribbèd ports, O Death Make wide; and Thou, O Lord of Sin, Lay open thine estates. Lift up your heads, O Gates; Be ye lift up, ye […]

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A Retreat with Hopkins: Good Friday

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, wórld-sorrow; on an áge-old ánvil wínce and síng– Then lull, […]

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Hopkinsian Retreat

In case you missed it, last week we had a retreat with the poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889), reading poems that reflected themes of the week. You can read more about the retreat along with the connection between poetry and mystery here, and follow it with these links. – Holy Thursday Hopkins’s paraphrase of Aquinas’s Adoro … More Hopkinsian Retreat