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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Carrion Comfort</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;<br> Not untwist -- slack they may be -- these last strands of man<br> In me {'o}r, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;<br> Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.<br> But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me<br> Thy wring-world right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan<br> With darksome devouring eyes my bruis{`e}d bones? and fan,<br> O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avo{'i}d thee and<br>flee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear.<br> Nay in all that toil, that coil, since (seems) I kissed the rod,<br> Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, would laugh,<br>cheer.<br> Cheer wh{'o}m though? The h{'e}ro whose h{'e}aven-handling fl{'u}ng<br>me, f{'o}ot tr{'o}d<br> Me? or m{'e} that f{'o}ught him? O wh{'i}ch one? is it e{'a}ch one? That<br>n{'i}ght, that y{'e}ar<br> Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gerard+Manley+Hopkins">Gerard Manley Hopkins</a><div class=q>
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 Not untwist -- slack they may be -- these last strands of man
 In me {'o}r, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
 Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
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