Poems

I woke with Lycidas on my tongue, and I should have known.

her wrists are shackled, / her head’s in her hand.

Her joy lashed me. I felt my every edge whittled.

I know not to tell you that one day you’ll be better, so instead I tell you this:

This study offers insights into Gerard Manley Hopkins, his view of the world, his mind, his interests and his relationship with God.

The true storms of life demand such a discipleship of us, an absolute surrender, which mirrors that of the Virgin Mary herself.