Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
bratfarrar

poem: rend hearts, not garments

Rend hearts and rend not garments for our sins;
Gird sackcloth not on body but on soul;
Grovel in dust with faces toward the goal
Nor won, nor neared: he only laughs who wins.
Not neared the goal, the race too late begins;
Or left undone, we have yet to do the whole;
The sun is hurrying west and toward the pole
Where darkness waits for earth with all her kins.
Let us to-day, while it is called to-day,
Set out, if utmost speed may yet avail--
The shadows lengthen and the light grows pale:
For who through darkness and the shadow of death,
Darkness that may be felt, shall find a way,
Blind-eyed, deaf-eared, and choked with failing breath?

Christina Rossetti
Tags: poetry
Subscribe

  • i just want to grow things for a while

    So, after finishing a long-overdue and frequently interrupted project at work, I took today off. And even though I'd intended to do some actual…

  • more popcorn

    Just rewatched The Matrix Reloaded for the first time in about a decade. I tried to give it a fair shake. I thought, "I'm probably just…

  • not-really-a-review: The Witcher, eps. 1-2

    Just watched the first two episodes of The Witcher; fewer gratuitous boobies than I anticipated, somehow. Unexpectedly, my main frustration is that…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments