My office backs up to an area that is protected wetlands and there are many walking trails. It was a glorious day today; everything is bursting forth, cherry trees, ornamental plum and pear trees and robins are everwhere. As I walked this afternoon, I remembered this poem of Spring:
Spring and Fall: To a young child
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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.
1 comment:
Beautiful. Life is busting out here in DC also. The Cherry Blossoms are emerging, which unfortunately draws the tourists like bees.
But I love the spring - sure makes it hard to stay inside and work though.
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