À bout de souffle

Kenneth Hopkins Collected Poems 1935-1965

“It was a Fatal Silence”

Concluding couplet to the sonnet

This love, though great, is gone, though deep, is done,
Though precious, spent, seeking, is sought of none.

I have known Hopkins as an epigramist of note. Here much of his strength comes to the fore. Though great, though deep, though precious — the description could pertain to the very verse describing the great love. But here at least there are some that seek and bring back.

And so for day 1719

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