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?
Whoops. Probably didn't need 4 whole lines of Gerard Manley Hopkins.
The post just reminded me of that poem for some reason. And. Uh. That's it.
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Date: 2005-11-01 03:50 pm (UTC)More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
Whoops. Probably didn't need 4 whole lines of Gerard Manley Hopkins.
The post just reminded me of that poem for some reason. And. Uh. That's it.