Here’s a poem by one of my favorite poets, Gerard Manley Hopkins: “The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less;The times are winter, watch, a world undone:They waste, they wither worse; they as they runOr bring more or more blazon man’s distress.And I not help.Nor word now of success:All is from wreck, here, there,Continue reading “the times are nightfall, look, their light grows less”