Wednesday, September 14, 2011

It is Margaret you mourn for

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 & by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep & know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

-Gerard Manley Hopkins

When doing this week’s reading, this poem popped into my mind when I was considering the reasons we find nature beautiful. I read this poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins a long time ago, and remember thinking it was beautiful because of the image of a child looking at a falling leaf and finding it emotionally moving. Yet, Hopkins points out is not the leaf that is moving, but the idea that a leaf can fall and die, which reminds Margaret that she too will one day die.

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