Poetry time capsule
I think I'll be the first to admit that I am not the best at analysing poetry at its core meaning. However, the poem "Peace" by Gerard Manley Hopkins is one that I think speaks to what we are (or at least I am) going through via the current pandemic. When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut, Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I'll not play hypocrite To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it? O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite, That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo, He comes to brood and sit. "Peace" reflects both on the wild nature of peace itself, while also reflecting on the patience that peace requires. I think that ho...