Spring And Fall: 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 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.

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Comments (9)

I find this poem in some way difficult but brilliant and could be a perfect text for a Procol Harum song. You can read this eleven times through and experience something totally different
I find this poem in some way difficult but brilliant and could be a perfect text for a Procol Harum song. You can read this eleven times through and experience something totally different.
I find this poem in some way difficult but brilliant and could be a perfect text for a Procol Harum song. You can read this eleven times through and experience sonthing totally different.
One of the best poems I have read for some time. Both Frank Avon and Andrew Hoellering made some great points in their comments. Frank, I can't even imagine how I would choose my ten favorite poems if all others had to be destroyed, so I won't even think about it!
By and by with the muse of nature. Nice work.
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