spring and fall

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.

31. Spring and Fall


to a young child


MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Leáves, líke the things of man, you

With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

Áh! ás the heart grows older
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It will come to such sights colder

By and by, nor spare a sigh

Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;

And yet you wíll weep and know why.

Now no matter, child, the name:
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Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.

Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed

What heart heard of, ghost guessed:

It ís the blight man was born for,

It is Margaret you mourn for.
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realities rambling

well what was the point really?
entrancing myself in visions and melodies far too grand for reality
and so taunting for my own soul
reality was laughing at me in the corner of my mind
but for those moments i could pretend and easily imagine
that i belonged somewhere inside of you
well I guess I did somehow, because you sang from my insides out
what was i convincing myself of?
my souls own emotional ramblings
yes, sometimes i have to hush all the talk inside
god forbid i recognize what i've been longing for
someone like you