Poetry Corner: Hopkins

Gerard Manley Hopkins is one of those guys who gets smarter every time I read him. So here’s a short, well known one of his that matches my mood from the other night. I particularly love the almost Anglo-Saxon effect of the alliteration (and the melancholy).

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.

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