GMH Monday

This GMH Monday finds me listening to yakobli's "girlfriend in a coma" cover and thinking about a Hopkins poem that i memorized this fall, called Spring & Fall. Memorizing is one of those things that's actually a really interesting way to get deep into a poem; i strongly suggest giving it a whirl with a favorite poem or few of yours. It's like, in some tiny way, you appropriate a little bit of the poem's magic and it becomes yours a little bit. in that mode of mind, then, i share a poem that's a little tiny bit mine.

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 héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.