Here is one of my favorite short poems written by my ds Ben. Perhaps this shows a little of his Hopkins stage...
The Death of Pan
In a stunning stroke
executed with flawless form
the child fell
lifeless at the feet of experience.
Maturity, at the last,
triumphs, though less cruel than innocence,
and the brief brutality
of growing up
shapes shattered children
(with skilled, if cruel,
hands and immaculately
manicured, sharp nails)
into new knowledge.
Youth crucified redeems
the life of a man (provided
he still duels pirates
and can fly).
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