Friday, May 20, 2005

Felix Randal

Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended,
Who have watched his mould of man, big-boned and hardy-handsome
Pining, pining, till time when reason rambled in it and some
Fatal four disorders, fleshed there, all contended?
Sickness broke him. Impatient he cursed at first, but mended
Being anointed and all; though a heavenlier heart began some
Months earlier, since I had our sweet reprieve and ransom
Tendered to him. Ah well, God rest him all road ever he offended!

This seeing the sick endears them to us, us too it endears.
My tongue had taught thee comfort, touch had quenched thy tears,
Thy tears that touched my heart, child, Felix, poor Felix Randal;

How far from then forethought of, all thy more boisterous years,
When thou at the random grim forge, powerful amidst peers,
Didst fettle for the great grey drayhorse his bright and battering sandal!

- Gerard Manley Hopkins


  1. I had a very stong urge to post this particular poem.

  2. Farrier - One who shoes horses. I love learning new words! Good choice of poem Daly.

  3. very nice poem.

    another word in this theme is hinnable - able to neigh or whinny

  4. Jesus, for a second there I thought you sprouted a talented arm that wrote something so great as to make me want to kill myself...

    But you didn't. So....

    Cool poem, mate.

  5. Yeah, it's a very nice poem. Simple, but powerful. A few lines just drifted into my mind today as I was driving home from college. I hadn't read it in years - so I thought i'd post it up.

  6. Did someone want to keep city fist? I was under the impression everyone was sick of it...

  7. The Rage is indifferent towards The Fist.

  8. The Rage sounds better than the fist.

    So, it's settled, I'm removing the link.
    Until better times oh fist of the city. May we meet again when you are less style and more substance.