Gerard Manley Hopkins

(28 July 1844 – 8 June 1889 / Stratford, Essex)

Andromeda - Poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Now Time’s Andromeda on this rock rude,
With not her either beauty’s equal or
Her injury’s, looks off by both horns of shore,
Her flower, her piece of being, doomed dragon’s food.
Time past she has been attempted and pursued
By many blows and banes; but now hears roar
A wilder beast from West than all were, more
Rife in her wrongs, more lawless, and more lewd.

Her Perseus linger and leave her tó her extremes?—
Pillowy air he treads a time and hangs
His thoughts on her, forsaken that she seems,
All while her patience, morselled into pangs,
Mounts; then to alight disarming, no one dreams,
With Gorgon’s gear and barebill, thongs and fangs.


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  • Rookie - 191 Points Stan Petrovich (12/14/2012 5:30:00 AM)

    This is one of my 10 fav poems of all time. He did it right. Right on, GMH! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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