Oct 20, 2004 12:50
Well, a lot of you have already +posted+ some of my better-known favourites, damn you.
One that I read back in school and loved (it wasn't even a set text or anything, was just hidden away in an anthology that we were something else from, and of course I went and read the rest dueto boredom ;) Had a major fight with google to actually find the full text or poet:
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