{"id":321,"date":"2013-11-22T12:03:42","date_gmt":"2013-11-22T20:03:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=321"},"modified":"2013-11-22T12:03:42","modified_gmt":"2013-11-22T20:03:42","slug":"rain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=321","title":{"rendered":"Rain"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\">This last month of our annual dry season, as grasses turn dusty brown and the trees droop, a phrase from a Gerard Manley Hopkins\u00a0 poem has been running through my head: \u201cSend my roots rain.\u201d This week the first good downpour broke the drought. I found and reread Hopkins\u2019s poem, and recognized in it the cry of every writer who, like myself, goes through a dry spell and pleads for the rain of words and ideas.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Hopkins\u2019s sonnet begins as a Job-like argument with God. He is angry that \u201csinners\u2019 ways prosper\u201d while he, a Jesuit priest who spends his life \u201cupon thy cause,\u201d sees his every endeavor end in disappointment.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">The tone shifts in the second part of the sonnet. Hopkins points out the exuberant natural world:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <em> See, banks and brakes<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;\"><em>Now, leav\u00e8d how thick! lac\u00e8d they are again<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;\"><em>With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;\"><em>Them; birds build \u2026<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">He compares these images with his own struggles. He does not build, he says,<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<em> but strain,<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;\"><em>Time\u2019s eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Hopkins sold himself short, of course. His poems continue to waken in the minds of later generations. But that sense of self-doubt is one all writers share. Whatever our spiritual beliefs, we can join in the prayer of Hopkins\u2019s closing line:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: left;\"><em>Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\u00a0You can read this sonnet, and link to other poems by Hopkins, at http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poem\/173669<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This last month of our annual dry season, as grasses turn dusty brown and the trees droop, a phrase from a Gerard Manley Hopkins\u00a0 poem has been running through my head: \u201cSend my roots rain.\u201d This week the first good downpour broke the drought. I found and reread Hopkins\u2019s poem, and recognized in it the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,17,5],"tags":[158,403,63,407,159,402],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/321"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=321"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/321\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":327,"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/321\/revisions\/327"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=321"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=321"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=321"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}