Never Too Late

6 Sep 2024 | Humankind | 0 comments

So I go  out: my little sweet is done:

I have drawn heat from this contagious sun:

To not ungentle death now forth I run….

 

Now I am minded to take pipe in hand

And yield a song to the decaying year…

 

So late the hoar green chestnut breaks a bud,

And feeds new leaves upon the winds of Fall;

So late there is no force in sap or blood;

The fruit against the wall

Loose on the stem has done its summering;

These should have starved with the green broods of spring,

Or never been at all;

Too late or else much, much too soon….

 

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-89), September 1864.

 

 

Notes from the Compiler

Along with the psalmist, the poet believed that through the created world God speaks: 'There is no speech, nor are there words; and their voice is not heard; yet their voice goes out through all the earth....' (Psalm 19:3-4). Hopkins believed that God's creation, and the things and beings within it, have what he called an 'instress', To understand his meaning one needs metaphorically to hyphenate the word: 'in-stress'. The verb, to 'stress' means to 'assign weight or importance' and, in the case of Psalm 19, to signify the God-given message of a thing by its existence, in this case an untimely Autumn bud. Here, Hopkins finds God speaking through a sign of new life, even in the autumn of life. God can do that even when it seems to us ‘too late’, or possibly ‘much too soon’!

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