"Carrion Comfort" by Gerard Manley Hopkins (read by Tom O'Bedlam) скачать в хорошем качестве

"Carrion Comfort" by Gerard Manley Hopkins (read by Tom O'Bedlam)

There are three versions of this sonnet but this one is the most commonly reprinted. Also there's a modern horror novel of the same name, by Dan Simmons. Steven King said it was one of the three greatest horror novels of the 20th century. But Steven King also called Nicholson Baker's Vox "a meaningless little fingernail pairing" and that WAS one of the most important innovative novels of the 20th century. I wonder which is best, a good or a bad review by Steven King? Nicholson Baker then wrote an ingenious piece about nailclippers called "Clip Art" for the New Yorker - you can read it here: http://archives.newyorker.com/?i=1994... There's a brief review of the poem here, that covers the essentials http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/h... "Despair" was painted by Edvard Munch at about the same time the poem was written. NOT, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be. But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me Thy wring-world right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan With darksome devouring eyes my bruisèd bones? and fan, O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee? Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear. Nay in all that toil, that coil, since (seems) I kissed the rod, Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, would laugh, chéer. Cheer whom though? the hero whose heaven-handling flung me, fóot tród Me? or me that fought him? O which one? is it each one? That night, that year Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.