“The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less;
The times are winter, watch, a world undone:
They waste, they wither worse; they as they run
Or bring more or more blazon man’s distress.
And I not help. Nor word now of success:
All is from wreck, here, there, to rescue one—
Work which to see scarce so much as begun
Makes welcome death, does dear forgetfulness".
“Or what is else? There is your world within.
There rid the dragons, root out there the sin.
Your will is law in that small common weal…Gerard Manley Hopkins
“The poem represents struggles that looks beyond itself only to find the answer inside itself..
“The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less”, talks about a speaker freefalling into the pits of “profound despair” because of “The times” only to find a light in itself that yields the power of the “world”.
The content of the piece serves to funnel the reader downward while propelling their emotions upwards like one of those spiral wishing wells at museums.
The journey mirrors the content because it jars the reader at the onset only to set them down easily in the end..
The beginning is bleak but the individualistic resolution seems to unwrap the tightly wound bandage of “The times” as “their light grows less”; thus, allowing the wound of society to be healed with an inward light…
Having total control over everything is uncontrollable, but one can always steer fate with choices.
In the world within, "root out there the sin” because one can only control oneself and their decisions.
Individualism is defined by responsible decision making, and as Sartre states, “We are our choices”. Choose wisely"…excerpt M. Birdsall Suite 101
I chose to do a literal interpretation of the poem, a semi-abstract landscape seen as if through a window, across some fields at nightfall on a January day… a metaphor for the darkness in society, which with the coming of spring can be healed with inward joy..
Watercolour on Fabriano Not Paper
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