Friday, November 07, 2008
Today is the last decent fall day predicted. Yuck! So, feeling maudlin I'll yet again pull out one of my favorite poems.
Spring and Fall (1880) by 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, ghosts guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.