No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
My cries heave, herds-long ; huddle in a main, a chief
Woe, world-sorrow on an age-old anvil wince and sing -
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked 'No ling-
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief'.
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch. under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.
Would you like to participate in the multilingual Translation Workshop? All you have to do, is read and enjoy this wonderful Hopkins poem. Participants in the Workshop will share multilingual, multicultural insights into a great poem.
This is the poems selected for Translation Workshop July 2008. We hope you enjoy this multilingual, multicultural exploration! This year, Dr. Kedzierska will direct a group of scholars and enthusiasts for Hopkins's poetry from many different cultural and linguistic groups including: Chinese, Japanese, Arabic, Austrian, Gaelic, French, German and more.
The purpose of this unique Multilingual Translation Workshop is to allow visitors from many different backgrounds explore diverse meanings and delights in the seclected Hopkins poem, this year, No worst, there is none ....To enable you to prepare for this Workshop as you come to Monasterevin, we have here the text of the selected poem.