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 how I feel about the quarantine, and how seemingly peaceful it can be at times, should not overshadow the utter chaos that is still going on in the world thanks to the same cause that is providing the apparent "Peace" in the first place. And even when peace does come, even just on an individual level, it is not a peace of solace, but does so just to "brood and sit", a sentiment I think that a lot of us can relate to. 

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