Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-89) is now recognized as a major poet of striking originality and is widely admired for his particularly vivid expression of feeling. This selection, chosen from the award-winning Oxford Authors critical edition, includes most of the larger fragments and all of his major English poems, such as "The Blessed Virgin," "No Worst," "The Windhover," " Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-89) is now recognized as a major poet of striking originality and is widely admired for his particularly vivid expression of feeling. This selection, chosen from the award-winning Oxford Authors critical edition, includes most of the larger fragments and all of his major English poems, such as "The Blessed Virgin," "No Worst," "The Windhover," "Pied Beauty" and "The Wreck of the Deutschland." The poems are illuminated further by extensive Notes and a useful Introduction to Hopkins's life and poetry.
Selected Poetry
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-89) is now recognized as a major poet of striking originality and is widely admired for his particularly vivid expression of feeling. This selection, chosen from the award-winning Oxford Authors critical edition, includes most of the larger fragments and all of his major English poems, such as "The Blessed Virgin," "No Worst," "The Windhover," " Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-89) is now recognized as a major poet of striking originality and is widely admired for his particularly vivid expression of feeling. This selection, chosen from the award-winning Oxford Authors critical edition, includes most of the larger fragments and all of his major English poems, such as "The Blessed Virgin," "No Worst," "The Windhover," "Pied Beauty" and "The Wreck of the Deutschland." The poems are illuminated further by extensive Notes and a useful Introduction to Hopkins's life and poetry.
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Curt Hopkins Hopkins –
Hopkins' early poems are operatically awful. Everything bad about Victorian poetry in one handy, ghastly package. It's almost like he rebelled against his own verse. His criticism is also pretty bad. Essentially, he went from hyper-regular fixed form to accentual verse with heavy alliteration, but felt he had to go bananas in justifying it. That said, his poems from The Wreck of the Deutschland on (which I eventually skipped to) are legitimately awesome. Everything old is new again. He's like Mi Hopkins' early poems are operatically awful. Everything bad about Victorian poetry in one handy, ghastly package. It's almost like he rebelled against his own verse. His criticism is also pretty bad. Essentially, he went from hyper-regular fixed form to accentual verse with heavy alliteration, but felt he had to go bananas in justifying it. That said, his poems from The Wreck of the Deutschland on (which I eventually skipped to) are legitimately awesome. Everything old is new again. He's like Minutemen, no one's successfully followed from what he did. Also, his language -- at its best -- forced a poem out of me. No great shakes, but it's testament to the power of his discovered and created language. Where has the grey goose god gone? Trod off down the long gone trail Through the down and crushed fern of deer beds to sink beneath the Elwy's feathered traces. Using ancient tools he fashioned for us A new English from flights of falcons and plover, Prayers. He's already constructed his rose, This one's mine. I love to live in certain people's sounds Sometimes. Sometimes I lean and listen. Sometimes I'm swept along, I'm swept aside, and stride Sidelong the surf-rolled mole of their speech. But in time, tongues reassert themselves, Pulled back like tides in a change of charge.
Jon –
Excellent poetry that feels about 50 years ahead of its time. Would highly recommend.
Isaac Fuller –
The more I read and reread Hopkins, the more the canter of his metre haunts me. It takes some time to hear his voice in the poetry, but once you let the strange and ancient rhythms in his verse control you, the words take on dimensions I've only other experienced in Shakespeare, Herbert, and Eliot. If you like mixed drinks, don't bother with Hopkins; this is for single-malt scotch drinkers. The more I read and reread Hopkins, the more the canter of his metre haunts me. It takes some time to hear his voice in the poetry, but once you let the strange and ancient rhythms in his verse control you, the words take on dimensions I've only other experienced in Shakespeare, Herbert, and Eliot. If you like mixed drinks, don't bother with Hopkins; this is for single-malt scotch drinkers.
Ioan Prydderch –
Complex yes. Beautiful imagery of the natural world and pre-empting some of the modernist experiments that came later also enjoyably ambitious.
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