tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058864376757958731.post1004032803373638588..comments2012-08-13T08:48:23.582-07:00Comments on All Nine: Carrion Comfort: fighting the temptation to be less than humanWe're over here now...http://www.blogger.com/profile/10975200706187123785noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058864376757958731.post-52739355543280175872012-03-02T16:30:36.103-08:002012-03-02T16:30:36.103-08:00Carole, thanks for introducing me to another great...Carole, thanks for introducing me to another great poem by Hopkins!We're over here now...https://www.blogger.com/profile/10975200706187123785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058864376757958731.post-73638518794568684262012-03-01T12:09:06.018-08:002012-03-01T12:09:06.018-08:00Good blog. I have a real soft spot for this Manle...Good blog. I have a real soft spot for this Manley Hopkins poem http://caroleschatter.blogspot.co.nz/2011/12/great-poem-by-manley-hopkins.htmlCarolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16985978221627051493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058864376757958731.post-62962570367209331712012-02-20T07:22:50.796-08:002012-02-20T07:22:50.796-08:00Becka, thank you for your words and for sharing th...Becka, thank you for your words and for sharing the quote from George Eliot. I love that.We're over here now...https://www.blogger.com/profile/10975200706187123785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8058864376757958731.post-8598610678837760462012-02-20T05:27:14.393-08:002012-02-20T05:27:14.393-08:00This is a poem I would have skimmed over and passe...This is a poem I would have skimmed over and passed by at one time in my life; I would have been put off by the stumbling, stuttering, broken-up phrasing and feeling of it. But here, now, I get it. This is how depression is with me. I glimpse the shadow hovering near, and language begins to slip away. If I'm not to be left mute and crushed in some small corner, I must fight for the right words, any words, to keep me moored in place, and I must speak them, cry them out, disjointed and desperate though they may be, while I still can. <br /><br />I have a couple of good friends - the kind for whom the term "good friends" is woefully inadequate - who have helped me, patiently continue to help me, learn this and work through it. The poem's and your thoughts about the chaff bring to my mind these words of George Eliot, which express beautifully how my friends and (my God!) my God deal with me: <br /><br />"Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away."Beckahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16880290411149442788noreply@blogger.com