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Submit Human Translation | Discuss Poem | Post Poetry | Listen McGill Live I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day by Gerard M. Hopkins I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light's delay. With witness I speak this. But where I say Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent To dearest him that lives alas! away. I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decrees Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me; Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse. Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see The lost are like this, and their scourge to be As I am mine, their sweating selves, but worse. American Review | www.PaperLyon.com | McGill Live Radio | Publish

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Gary Soto	Geoffrey Chaucer	Geoffrey Hill
Georg Trakl	George Herbert	George Sterling
Gerald Stern	Gerard M. Hopkins	Gertrude Stein
Grace Paley	Gregory Corso	Guillaume Apollinaire
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