Saturday, September 17, 2011

SPRING AND FALL


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.

--Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1880






WHO SAYS L.A. DOESN'T HAVE SEASONS?...

3 comments:

  1. Thanks, Heather. The most peaceful and enjoyable part of a tough day.
    You're a gem:)

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  2. Nice poem - actually incredibly good one about lost youth, youth left behind - and the banana leaf - the same one ? or from several on the same trunk ?

    Cheers
    Stephen Sparrow

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  3. Hey there, Barbara and Stephen--I think that's just a regular palm tree (the Lord only knows what kind), not a banana tree but at any rate, same tree, different leaves...I liked the idea of palm trees being L.A.'s "goldengrove"...they don't "unleaf" per se, but obviously the leaves or some of them do sometimes brown, gray, splinter, wither, and die...

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