(to a Young Child)
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart goes older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow’s springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
- Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1880
November 18th, 2009 at 9:42 am
I wanted to share a song written by a friend on the poem which I thought you might enjoy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wigg2KAxWDI
November 23rd, 2009 at 8:48 pm
Nice pics. We never get to experience this side of the nature here.
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