
12.
On Saturday sailed from Bremen,
American-outward-bound,
Take settler and seamen, tell men with women,
Two hundred souls in the round―
O Father, not under thy feathers nor ever as guessing
The goal was a shoal, of a fourth the doom to be drowned;
Yet did the dark side of the bay of thy blessing
Not vault them, the million of rounds of thy mercy not reeve even them in?
The Wreck of the Deutschland
By Gerard Manley Hopkins
At half past three Saturday afternoon, December the 4th 1875, the steamer Deutschland of The Norddeutscher Lloyd Bremen company left Bremerhaven heading for Southampton before it would continue towards New York. The weather was still fine, when she left the quay but during Sunday the conditions had deteriorated with bad winds and driving snow.
On Monday the 6th, the ship was heading towards the sandbanks and maelstroms at the northern mouth of the Thames and finally, at Kentish Knock, one of the outermost shoals, the SS Deutschland wrecked.
The exact chain of events that took place this few days is perhaps not always accurate in Hopkins narrative, but neither are exact accuracy that important to the poem and its intentions. Hopkins got his information from newspaper articles as the Times and the London Illustrated News. In a letter to his mother he ask that she will send him further articles, she does so and in his response, dated Christmas eve 1875, he writes the following:
I am obliged for the cuttings, nevertheless you made two oversights. You sent two duplicates, for one thing, and the other was that you omitted the most interesting piece of all, the account of the actual shipwreck: fortunately I had read it but still I should have been glad to have had it by me to refer to again , for I am writing something on this wreck, which may perhaps appear but it depends on how I am speeded. It made a deep impression on me, more than any other wreck or accident I ever read of.
The cuttings he is speaking of is probably the cuttings from London Illustrated News. My son took the picture above on my own copy of one of these cuttings.
In the stanza Hopkins note that the people on board did not guess that the vessel not was under God’s protecting feathers and that their goal would be a shoal, and that the fourth, as in 25 percent, of them would be drowned. (Compare to the heedlessness of people in the stanza before this one). In the two last lines Hopkins asks rhetorically if their death might be God showing them mercy.
February 24, 2008 at 11:05 pm
Your son has done an excellent job with the photo. I’m wondering why by his own admission Hopkins was so deeply impressed by this shipwreck as opposed to any other. Maybe there was a link of some sort, maybe something like a childhood fascination with boats and ships or a docklands trip, who knows?
I’m beginning to understand him a little better now. Thanks, Joakim.
February 26, 2008 at 5:38 am
Well now, I’m a little peeved at the tone of his voice to his poor mother, who was probably run ragged preparing for Christmas, running out in the rain and snow at all hours of the day and night to fetch him newspapers, mailing him the articles when she probably couldn’t afford the postage…I hope he at least sent her a Christmas card.