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November 13, 2007

I've got a brain problem situation on my hands

Spring and Fall, to a Young Child -- Gerard Manley Hopkins

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 grows 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.

Posted by Rose at November 13, 2007 10:08 PM


One of my all-time favorite poems.

Posted by: Trip at November 20, 2007 07:44 PM

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