Spelt from Sibyl’s Leaves

June 2, 2011


Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, | vaulty, voluminous, … stupendous
Evening strains to be time’s vást, | womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all-night.
Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, | her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height
Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, | stárs principal, overbend us,
Fíre-féaturing heaven. For earth | her being has unbound, her dapple is at an end, as-
tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; | self ín steepèd and páshed – qúite
Disremembering, dísmémbering | áll now. Heart, you round me right
With: Óur évening is over us; óur night | whélms, whélms, ánd will end us.
Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish | damask the tool-smooth bleak light; black,
Ever so black on it. Óur tale, O óur oracle! | Lét life, wáned, ah lét life wind
Off hér once skéined stained véined varíety | upon, áll on twó spools; párt, pen, páck
Now her áll in twó flocks, twó folds – black, white; | right, wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind
But thése two; wáre of a wórld where bút these | twó tell, each off the óther; of a rack
Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, | thóoughts agaínst thoughts ín groans grínd.

 
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From Gerard Manley Hopkins, Poems and Prose, ed. W. H. Gardner, Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1987: 59.

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