No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief."

Gerard Manley Hopkins

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief.

both title and quote

More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.

about short bursts of pain teaching each other

Comforter, where is your comforting?/ Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?

Poet searching for an answer

My cries heave, herds-long; hudle in a main, a chief/ Woe, world-sorrow

1st image

on an age-old anvil wince and sing-/ Fury had shrieked ‘No Ling-/ ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief.”

2nd image

O the mind, mind has mountains: cliffs of fall/ Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.

3rd and 4th image

Hold them cheap/ May who ne’er hung there"

poet understanding others pain - some will never understand

Nor does long our small

including everyones pain

Here! Creep,/ Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all/ Life death does end and each day dies with sleep

poet speaking tenderly and caringly to himself, finds comfort in sleep