How is a pulsating organ like a Hopkins poem? Come on, work with me, here.
P.S. — Hopkins’ dying words were, “I am so happy, I am so happy. I loved my life.”
The Official Painfully Obvious Statement
Leaving the house, little two-legs? Not without your PANTS PASS!
My newest book project for Advent 2012:
Top posts
Check out Hallie Lord’s excellent book, inclucing my chapter on motherhood
Archives
- June 2013 (18)
- May 2013 (21)
- April 2013 (19)
- March 2013 (19)
- February 2013 (22)
- January 2013 (21)
- December 2012 (26)
- November 2012 (30)
- October 2012 (12)
- September 2012 (13)
- August 2012 (18)
- July 2012 (17)
- June 2012 (14)
- May 2012 (18)
- April 2012 (15)
- March 2012 (15)
- February 2012 (17)
- January 2012 (19)
- December 2011 (10)
- November 2011 (14)
- October 2011 (16)
- September 2011 (16)
- August 2011 (20)
- July 2011 (16)
- June 2011 (19)
- May 2011 (21)
- April 2011 (16)
- March 2011 (23)
- February 2011 (11)
- January 2011 (13)
- December 2010 (13)
- November 2010 (16)
- October 2010 (18)
- September 2010 (22)
- August 2010 (28)
- July 2010 (23)
- June 2010 (13)
-
Tags
Thanks for reminding me of that poem . . . I had my good ole Norton’s Anthology out last Friday, and haven’t put it away yet. Now I know why.
May we all have last words like that