The leaden echo. Gerard Manley Hopkins—The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo 2022-10-19
The leaden echo
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The leaden echo is a term that refers to the feeling of heaviness and melancholy that can be experienced in response to certain events or situations. This feeling can be caused by a variety of factors, including grief, loss, disappointment, and isolation.
Grief is perhaps the most common cause of the leaden echo. When we lose someone or something that was important to us, it can be difficult to move on and find joy in life again. The leaden echo is a natural response to grief, as it can be difficult to shake the sense of heaviness and sadness that comes with it.
Loss can also trigger the leaden echo. This can be the loss of a job, a relationship, or even a sense of purpose or direction in life. When we lose something that was once a significant part of our identity, it can be difficult to move forward and find a new sense of purpose.
Disappointment can also lead to the leaden echo. When our expectations are not met, it can be difficult to feel positive and motivated. We may feel let down and unsure of how to move forward.
Isolation can also contribute to the leaden echo. When we feel disconnected from others and lacking in social support, it can be difficult to find joy and meaning in life. It is natural to feel down and heavy when we are isolated and alone.
Overall, the leaden echo is a common response to difficult events and situations in life. It is important to acknowledge and address these feelings, as they can have a significant impact on our mental health and well-being. It may be helpful to seek support from friends, family, or a therapist, and to engage in self-care practices such as exercise, meditation, and spending time in nature to help lift the leaden echo and find hope and joy again.
Culler on Hopkins's "The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo"
It is good to sorrow at the loss of beauty. There is no airy aspiration pleading with us to turn from our dark thoughts. More than any other poem I know this one dares to give in to the play of language, allowing one word to generate the next in a play of sound and proliferation of particularities. We follow, now we follow. But Babbitt did not make me a student of American literature, and until today I have never been tempted to write anything about Sinclair Lewis. Ó is there no frowning of these wrinkles, rankéd wrinkles deep, Dówn? O there's none; no no no there's none: Be beginning to despair, to despair, Despair, despair, despair, despair.
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The Leaden Echo And The Golden Echo by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Ill and lonely in Ireland, Hopkins knew this echo intimately. See; not a hair is, not an eyelash, not the least lash lost; every hair Is, hair of the head, numbered. His eyes were dimming from pouring over Latin papers rather than delighting in the bright plumage of birds in flight. Rarely published, he prayed the lord of life to send his roots rain. Wait one beat, then two, and nothing happens.
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Poem: The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo by Gerard Manley Hopkins
See; not a hair is, not an eyelash, not the least lash lost; every hair Is, hair of the head, numbered. How to keep—is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, láce, latch or catch or key to keep Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty,. Yes I can tell such a key, I do know such a place, Where whatever's prized and passes of us, everything that's fresh and fast flying of us, seems to us sweet of us and swiftly away with, done away with, undone, Undone, done with, soon done with, and yet dearly and dangerously sweet Of us, the wimpled-water-dimpled, not-by-morning-matched face, The flower of beauty, fleece of beauty, too too apt to, ah! Be beginning; since, no, nothing can be done To keep at bay Age and age's evils, hoar hair, Ruck and wrinkle, drooping, dying, death's worst, winding sheets, tombs and worms and tumbling to decay; So be beginning, be beginning to despair. Do but tell us where kept, where. Not much of a plot, certainly. Notify me of new posts by email. Somewhere elsewhere there is ah well where! Babbitt feels twinges of dissatisfaction with the American dream of prosperity, and in a feeble attempt at revolt, goes camping to get away from it all, hangs out with bohemians and flappers, has an affair, and declines to join the Good Citizens League, thus risking his reputation; but he is still dissatisfied, and when his wife falls ill he drifts back into his old life.
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Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Babbitt, a successful American businessman and civic booster in a mid-western city, it satirizes the materialism, conformity, and empty boosterism of middle-class American life. We are left with nothing but silence and our own thoughts. Ó is there no frowning of these wrinkles, rankéd wrinkles deep, Dówn? There is one, yes I have one Hush there! Do but tell us where kept, where. II: The Golden Echo Spare! Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Do but tell us where kept, where. We follow, now we follow. Yes I can tell such a key, I do know such a place, Where whatever's prized and passes of us, everything that's fresh and fast flying of us, seems to us sweet of us and swiftly away with, done away with, undone, Undone, done with, soon done with , and yet dearly and dangerously sweet Of us , the wimpled-water-dimpled , not-by-morning-matchèd face , The flower of beauty, fleece of beauty , too too apt to, ah! We follow, now we follow.
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The Leaden Echo
Because of his commitment to his religious and priestly vocation, Hopkins resolved never to publish his poems during his life. A convert from Anglicanism, Hopkins was received into the Church in 1866 by none other than St. It provoked not a plunge into bohemian life but a desire to read and possess all of Sinclair Lewis: I began to haunt used book stores and eventually acquired most of his 22 novels. After his death, however, friends and acquaintances published his surviving work, and Hopkins was quickly recognized as one of the most innovative poets of his century. It is hard to reconstruct the impact of this work, but clearly it was potent social satire for me and helped me construct a sense of self as anti-bourgeois, anti-establishment, but perhaps more important, it provoked devotion to an author: a desire to get to know this body of work, to explore its range, to possess it. Desyatnikov has privileged one echo to the exclusion of the other, while Tait shows us that each echo needs the other.
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Study Guide to The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo
Nay, what we had lighthanded left in surly the mere mould Will have waked and have waxed and have walked with the wind what while we slept, This side, that side hurling a heavyheaded hundredfold What while we, while we slumbered. Through the figure of George F. Come then, your ways and airs and looks, locks, maiden gear, gallantry and gaiety and grace, Winning ways, airs innocent, maiden manners, sweet looks, loose locks, long locks, lovelocks , gaygear, going gallant, girlgrace— Resign them, sign them, seal them, send them, motion them with breath, And with sighs soaring, soaring sÃghs deliver Them; beauty-in-the-ghost , deliver it, early now, long before death Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty's self and beauty's giver. No there's none, there's none, O no there's none, Nor can you long be, what you now are, called fair, Do what you may do, what, do what you may, And wisdom is early to despair: Be beginning; since, no, nothing can be done To keep at bay Age and age's evils, hoar hair, Ruck and wrinkle, drooping, dying, death's worst, winding sheets, tombs and worms and tumbling to decay; So be beginning, be beginning to despair. O then, weary then why should we tread? Ó is there no frowning of these wrinkles, rankèd wrinkles deep, Dówn? No there's none, there's none, O no there's none, Nor can you long be, what you now are, called fair, Do what you may do, what, do what you may, And wisdom is early to despair. O then, weary then whý should we tread? The poem tells us to give up beauty, but in the telling, in the energetic naming, the poem celebrates the intriguing beauty of words.
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Gerard Manley Hopkins—The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo
There Ãs one, yes I have one Hush there! Winefred's Well THE LEADEN ECHO How to kéep—is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, láce, latch or catch or key to keep Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty,… from vanishing away? Do but tell us where kept, where. It is the sort of work that makes you want to spend time — perhaps even your career — reading poetry. Hopkins considered it to be the most musical of his poems, and among the most dramatic. O there's none; no no no there's none: Be beginning to despair, to despair, Despair, despair, despair, despair. No there 's none, there 's none, O no there 's none, Nor can you long be, what you now are, called fair, Do what you may do, what, do what you may, And wisdom is early to despair: Be beginning; since, no, nothing can be done To keep at bay Age and age's evils, hoar hair, Ruck and wrinkle, drooping, dying, death's worst, winding sheets, tombs and worms and tumbling to decay; So be beginning, be beginning to despair. She too is quick to despair.
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Why the Leaden Echo Isn’t Enough
See; not a hair is, not an eyelash, not the least lash lost; every hair Is, hair of the head, numbered. A more profound effect came from a strange poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, a Jesuit priest of the late 19th century, whose obsession with sensuous and etymological dimensions of English words would have made him a prolific poet, had he not been convinced that such pleasure in language was, if not downright sinful, at least a temptation to be resisted. . I loved my life. We follow, now we follow.
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The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo
Come then, your ways and airs and looks, locks, maiden gear, gallantry and gaiety and grace, Winning ways, airs innocent, maiden manners, sweet looks, loose locks, long locks, lovelocks, gaygear, going gallant, girlgrace-- Resign them, sign them, seal them, send them, motion them with breath, And with sighs soaring, soaring sighs deliver Them; beauty-in-the ghost, deliver it, early now, long before death Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty's self and beauty's giver. Gerard Manley Hopkins can be seen as a poet of despair. O why are we so haggard at the heart, so care-coiled, care-killed, so fagged, so fashed, so cogged, so cumbered, When the thing we freely forfeit is kept with fonder a care, Fonder a care kept than we could have kept it, kept Far with fonder a care and we, we should have lost it finer, fonder A care kept. These short reflections by our faculty illustrate — in concrete and personal ways — how encounters with the stuff of the humanities have in fact been transformative in their own lives. Nay, what we had lighthanded left in surly the mere mould Will have waked and have waxed and have walked with the wind what while we slept, This side, that side hurling a heavyheaded hundredfold What while we, while we slumbered. Apparently, it is scarcely predictable what works will most affect your life; if it were, we could create a bucket list of crucial books everyone should read, but literature works more serendipitously than that. In my case, the first work to exercise a powerful effect on me was a now forgotten novel, Babbitt, by Sinclair Lewis, who went on to win the Nobel Prize for literature, but is seldom read today.
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