No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More…
““No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring. Comforter, where, where is your comforting? Mary, mother of us, where is your relief? My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief- woe, world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil wince and sing — Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked 'No ling- ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief'. O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep, Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
The poet wrestles with grief, seeking comfort from the divine, confronting inner turmoil and the limits of human endurance.
In simple terms: I struggle with deep sorrow and look for divine comfort.
Key Takeaway
Seek solace but accept life's harshness.
Themes
grief
faith
existential struggle
despair
divine comfort
Mood
somber
introspective
Type
poetic
spiritual
When to use this quote
- personal loss
- religious contemplation
- mental health crisis
Key Concepts
theodicy
human suffering
spiritual yearning
Questions to Reflect On
- What comforts you in deep sorrow?
- Can faith fully ease existential dread?
A Different Perspective
Divine comfort may remain elusive.