This is the Gerard Manley Hopkins Centennial. Here is sample of his work. A glorious exploration of sound and rhythm encased in a sonnet’s amber. So prescient to anticipate our post-modern acedia.
“Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see
The lost are like this, and their scourge to be
As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.
From ‘I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day’
Gerard Manley Hopkins