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The Wreck Of The Deutschland Analysis



Author: Poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins Type: Poetry Views: 286

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to the happy memory of five Francisan nuns, exiles by the Falck Laws,

drowned between midnight |&| morning of December 7 [[1875]].



PART THE FIRST







Thou mastering me

God! giver of breath and bread;

World's strand, sway of the sea;

Lord of living |&| dead;

Thou hast bound bones |&| veins in me, fastened me flesh,

And after it {'a}lmost {'u}nmade, what with dread,

Thy doing: |&| dost thou touch me afresh?

Over again I feel thy finger |&| find the{'e}.







I did say yes

O at lightning |&| lashed rod;

Thou heardst me truer than tongue confess

Thy terror, O Christ, O God;

Thou knowest the walls, altar |&| hour |&| night:

The swoon of a heart that the sweep |&| the hurl of thee trod

Hard down with a horror of height:

And the midriff astrain with leaning of, laced with fire of stress.







The frown of his face

Before me, the hurtle of hell

Behind, where, where was a, where was a place?

I whirled out wings that spell

And fled with a fling of the heart to the heart of the Host.

My heart, but you were dovewinged, I can tell,

Carrier-witted, I am bold to boast,

To flash from the flame to the flame then, tower from the grace to the

grace







I am soft sift

In an hourglass -- at the wall

Fast, but mined with a motion, a drift,

And it crowds |&| it combs to the fall;

I steady as a water in a well, to a poise, to a pane,

But roped with, always, all the way down from the tall

Fells or flanks of the voel, a vein

Of the gospel proffer, a pressure, a principle, Christ's gift.







I kiss my hand

To the stars, lovely-asunder

Starlight, wafting him out of it; and

Glow, glory in thunder;

Kiss my hand to the dappled-with-damson west:

Since, tho' he is under the world's splendour |&| wonder,

His mystery must be instressed, stressed;

For I greet him the days I meet him, |&| bless when I understand.







Not out of his bliss

Springs the stress felt

Nor first from heaven (and few know this)

Swings the stroke dealt --

Stroke |&| a stress that stars |&| storms deliver,

That guilt is hushed by, hearts are flushed by |&| melt --

But it rides time like riding a river

(And here the faithful waver, the faithless fable |&| miss).







It dates from day

Of his going in Galilee;

Warm-laid grave of a womb-life grey;

Manger, maiden's knee;

The dense |&| the driven Passion, |&| frightful sweat:

Thence the discharge of it, there its swelling to be,

Tho' felt before, though in high flood yet --

What none would have known of it, only the heart, being hard at bay,







Is out with it! Oh,

We lash with the best or worst

Word last! How a lush-kept plush-capped sloe

Will, mouthed to flesh-burst,

Gush! -- flush the man, the being with it, sour or sweet,

Brim, in a flash, full! -- Hither then, last or first,

To hero of Calvary, Christ,'s feet --

Never ask if meaning it, wanting it, warned of it -- men go.







Be adored among men,

God, three-number{'e}d form;

Wring thy rebel, dogged in den,

Man's malice, with wrecking |&| storm.

Beyond saying sweet, past telling of tongue,

Thou art lightning |&| love, I found it, a winter |&| warm;

Father |&| fondler of heart thou hast wrung:

Hast thy dark descending |&| most art merciful then.







With an anvil-ding

And with fire in him forge thy will

Or rather, rather then, stealing as Spring

Through him, melt him but master him still:

Whether {'a}t {'o}nce, as once at a crash Paul,

Or as Austin, a lingering-out sweet skill,

Make mercy in all of us, out of us all

Mastery, but be adored, but be adored king.



Part the second



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"Some find me a sword; some

The flange |&| the rail; flame,

Fang, or flood" goes Death on drum,

And storms bugle his fame.

But w{'e} dr{'e}am we are rooted in earth -- Dust!

Flesh falls within sight of us, we, though our flower the same,

Wave with the meadow, forget that there must

The sour scythe cringe, |&| the blear share come.







On Saturday sailed from Bremen,

American-outward-bound,

Take settler |&| seamen, tell men with women,

Two hundred souls in the round --

O Father, not under thy feathers nor ever as guessing

The goal was a shoal, of a fourth the doom to be drowned;

Yet d{'i}d the dark side of the bay of thy blessing

Not vault them, the million of rounds of thy mercy not reeve even them

in?







Into the snows she sweeps,

Hurling the haven behind,

The Deutschland, on Sunday; |&| so the sky keeps,

For the infinite air is unkind,

And the sea flint-flake, black-backed in the regular blow,

Sitting Eastnortheast, in cursed quarter, the wind;

Wiry |&| white-fiery |&| wh{'i}rlwind-swivell{`e}d snow

Spins to the widow-making unchilding unfathering deeps.







She drove in the dark to leeward,

She struck -- not a reef or a rock

But the combs of a smother of sand: night drew her

Dead to the Kentish Knock;

And she beat the bank down with her bows |&| the ride of her keel:

The breakers rolled on her beam with ruinous shock?

And canvass |&| compass, the whorl |&| the wheel

Idle for ever to waft her or wind her with, these she end{~u}red.







Hope had grown grey hairs,

Hope had mourning on,

Trenched with tears, carved with cares,

Hope was twelve hours gone;

And frightful a nightfall folded rueful a day

Nor rescue, only rocket |&| light ship, shone,

And lives at last were washing away:

To the shrouds they took, -- they shook in the hurling |&| horrible airs.







One stirred from the rigging to save

The wild woman-kind below,

With a rope's end round the man, handy |&| brave --

He was pitched to his death at a blow,

For all his dreadnought breast |&| braids of thew:

They could tell him for hours, dandled the to |&| fro

Through the cobbled foam-fleece. What could he do

With the burl of the fountains of air, buck |&| the flood of the wave?







They fought with God's cold --

And they could not |&| fell to the deck

(Crushed them) or water (and drowned them) or rolled

With the sea-romp over the wreck.

Night roared, with the heart-break hearing a heart-broke rabble,

The woman's wailing, the crying of child without check --

Till a lioness arose breasting the babble,

A prophetess towered in the tumult, a virginal tongue told.







Ah, touched in your bower of bone

Are you! turned for an exquisite smart,

Have you! make words break from me here all alone,

Do you! -- mother of being in me, heart.

O unteachably after evil, but uttering truth,

Why, tears! is it? tears; such a melting, a madrigal start!

Never-eldering revel |&| river of youth,

What can it be, this glee? the good you have there of your own?







Sister, a sister calling

A master, her master |&| mine! --

And the inboard seas run swirling |&| hawling?

The rash smart sloggering brine

Blinds her; but sh{'e} that weather sees {'o}ne thing, one;

Has {'o}ne fetch {'i}n her: she rears herself to divine

Ears, |&| the call of the tall nun

To the men in the tops |&| the tackle rode over the storm's brawling.







She was first of a five |&| came

Of a coif{`e}d sisterhood.

(O Deutschland, double a desperate name!

O world wide of its good!

But Gertrude, lily, |&| Luther, are two of a town,

Christ's lily |&| beast of the waste wood:

From life's dawn it is drawn down,

Abel is Cain's brother and breasts they have sucked the same.)







Loathed for a love men knew in them,

Banned by the land of their birth,

Rhine refused them, Thames would ruin them;

Surf, snow, river |&| earth

Gnashed: but thou art above, thou Orion of light;

Thy unchancelling poising palms were weighing the worth,

Thou martyr-master: in th{'y} sight

Storm flakes were scroll-leaved flowers, lily showers -- sweet heaven was

astrew in them.







Five! the finding |&| sake

And cipher of suffering Christ.

Mark, the mark is of man's make

And the word of it Sacrificed.

But he scores it in scarlet himself on his own bespoken,

Before-time-taken, dearest priz{`e}d |&| priced --

Stigma, signal, cinquefoil token

For lettering of the lamb's fleece, ruddying of the rose-flake.







Joy fall to thee, father Francis,

Drawn to the life that died;

With the gnarls of the nails in thee, niche of the lance, his

Lovescape crucified

And seal of his seraph-arrival! |&| these thy daughters

And five-liv{`e}d |&| leav{`e}d favour |&| pride,

Are sisterly sealed in wild waters,

To bathe in his fall-gold mercies, to breathe in his all-fire glances.







Away in the loveable west,

On a pastoral forehead of Wales,

I was under a roof here, I was at rest,

And they the prey of the gales;

She to the black-about air, to the breaker, the thickly

Falling flakes, to the throng that catches and quails

Was calling "O Christ, Christ, come quickly":

The cross to her she calls Christ to her, christens her wildworst Best.







The majesty! what did she mean?

Breathe, arch |&| original Breath.

Is it l{'o}ve in her of the b{'e}ing as her l{'o}ver had b{'e}en?

Breathe, body of lovely Death.

They were else-minded then, altogether, the men

W{'o}ke thee with a we are p{'e}rishing in the w{'e}ather of

Genn{'e}sar{'e}th.

Or {'i}s it that she cried for the crown then,

The keener to come at the comfort for feeling the combating keen?







For how to the heart's cheering

The down-dugged ground-hugged grey

Hovers off, the jay-blue heavens appearing

Of pied |&| peeled May!

Blue-beating |&| hoary-glow height; or night, still higher,

With belled fire |&| the moth-soft Milky way,

What by your measure is the heaven of desire,

The treasure never eyesight got, nor was ever guessed what for the

hearing?







N{'o}, but it was n{'o}t these.

The jading |&| jar of the cart,

Time's t{'a}sking, it is fathers that asking for ease

Of the sodden-with-its-sorrowing heart,

Not danger, electrical horror; then further it finds

The appealing of the Passion is tenderer in prayer apart:

Other, I gather, in measure her mind's

Burden, in wind's burly |&| beat of endragon{`e}d seas.







But how shall I . . . make me room there:

Reach me a ... Fancy, come faster --

Strike you the sight of it? look at it loom there,

Thing that she ... There then! the Master,

Ipse, the only one, Christ, King, Head:

He was to cure the extremity where he had cast her;

Do, deal, lord it with living |&| dead;

Let him ride, her pride, in his triumph, despatch |&| have done with his

doom there.







Ah! there was a heart right!

There was single eye!

Read the unshapeable shock night

And knew the who |&| the why;

Wording it how but by him that present |&| past,

Heaven |&| earth are word of, worded by? --

The Simon Peter of a soul! to the blast

T{'a}rp{'e}{'i}an-fast, but a blown beacon of light.







Jesu, heart's light,

Jesu, maid's son,

What was the feast followed the night

Thou hadst glory of this nun? --

F{'e}ast of the {'o}ne w{'o}man with{'o}ut st{'a}in.

For so conceiv{`e}d, so to conceive thee is done;

But here was heart-throe, birth of a brain,

Word, that heard |&| kept thee |&| uttered thee {'o}utr{'i}ght.







Well, sh{'e} has th{'e}e for the pain, for the

Patience: but pity of the rest of them!

Heart, go |&| bleed at a bitterer vein for the

Comfortless unconfessed of them --

No not uncomforted: lovely-felicitous Providence

F{'i}nger of a t{'e}nder of, O of a f{'e}athery d{'e}licacy, the

br{'e}ast of the

Maiden could obey so, be a bell to, ring {'o}f it, and

Startle the poor sheep back! is the shipwrack then a harvest, does

tempest carry the grain for thee?







I admire thee, master of the tides,

Of the Yore-flood, of the year's fall;

The recurb |&| the recovery of the gulf's sides,

The girth of it |&| the wharf of it |&| the wall;

Staunching, quenching ocean of a motionable mind;

Ground of being, |&| granite of it: p{'a}st {'a}ll

Gr{'a}sp G{'o}d, thr{'o}ned beh{'i}nd

Death with a sovereignty that heeds but hides, bodes but abides;







With a mercy that outrides

The all of water, an ark

For the listener; for the lingerer with a love glides

Lower than death |&| the dark;

A vein for the visiting of the past-prayer, pent in prison,

The-last-breath penitent spirits -- the uttermost mark

Our passion-plung{`e}d giant risen,

The Christ of the Father compassionate, fetched in the storm of his

strides.







Now burn, new born to the world,

Doubled-natur{`e}d name,

The heaven-flung, heart-fleshed, maiden-furled

Miracle-in-Mary-of-flame,

Mid-number{`e}d he in three of the thunder-throne!

Not a dooms-day dazzle in his coming nor dark as he came;

Kind, but royally reclaiming his own;

A released sh{'o}wer, let fl{'a}sh to the sh{'i}re, not a l{'i}ghtning of

f{'i}re hard-h{'u}rled.







Dame, at our door

Dr{'o}wned, |&| among o{'u}r sh{'o}als,

Remember us in the roads, the heaven-haven of the reward:

Our K{'i}ng back, Oh, upon {'E}nglish s{'o}uls!

Let him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a

crimson-cresseted east,

More brightening her, rare-dear Britain, as his reign rolls,

Pride, rose, prince, hero of us, high-priest,

Our h{'e}arts' charity's h{'e}arth's f{'i}re, our th{'o}ughts' chivalry's

thr{'o}ng's L{'o}rd.










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