Poo isn't recyclable? Bellerive, January 2011. There was a time when I didn't like Gerard Manley Hopkins. It was all the passionate (defrocked) priests that ruined it for me. As time brings distance between myself and passionate (defrocked) priests, I think that I've come around. 40 (Carrion Comfort) , by Gerard Manley Hopkins NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be. But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me Thy wring-world right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan With darksome devouring eyes my bruisèd bones? and fan, O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee? Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear. Nay in all that toil, that coil, since (seems) I kissed the rod, Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, wo...