October 2014

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Article

At the mention of Gerard Manley Hopkins, my mild-mannered father
— tender, abstracted — would exercise the right
to revert to type. That is to say: devout; that is, proscriptive. He would rather
we did not so bandy the good Jesuit’s name about
in talk of “gay...

Poem

In the Woods

The baby sleeps.
Sunlight plays upon my lap, through doily leaves a black lab comes,
a scotty goes, the day wears on, the baby wakes.

The good birds sing,
invisible or seldom seen, in hidden kingdoms, grateful for the in-
between. The baby sleeps. Elsewhere...

October 2014

From this Issue

Introduction

Gerard Manley Hopkins

In the Woods

Table of Contents

October 2014

From this Issue

poetry-magazineIntroduction

poetry-magazineGerard Manley Hopkins

poetry-magazineIn the Woods

Table of Contents

Introduction

Gerard Manley Hopkins

In the Woods