Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins
‘The Candle Indoors’ explores one of Hopkins' major themes: the inability to take up faith. Using the sonnet form to break the poem up into two parts, the octet relates the thoughts of the faithless wanderer, who, seeing the candle in the window, recognises its power to dispel the darkness.
In answ...
SOME candle clear burns somewhere I come by.
I muse at how its being puts blissful back
With yellowy moisture mild night's blear-all black,
Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at the eye.
By that window what task what fingers ply,
I plod wondering, a-wanting, just for lack
Of answer the eagerer a-wanting Jessy or Jack
There God to aggrándise, God to glorify.—
Come you indoors, come home; your fading fire
Mend first and vital candle in close heart's vault:
You there are master, do your own desire;
What hinders? Are you beam-blind, yet to a fault
In a neighbour deft-handed? Are you that liar
And cast by conscience out, spendsavour salt?