It Is Margaret You Mourn For

 

As you may or may not remember, one place I'm visiting on my upcoming adventure is the former home of William Wordsworth. In preparation, I downloaded an audible version of some guy reading his poetry. 

Brilliant idea. I love it.

You may also remember my faovirte poet is Gerard Manley Hopkins. I enjoyed the Wordsworth poetry so much I decided to also download someone reading me Hopkins poetry. 

Even better idea.

Last night I was listening to it while I went to sleep. It's so beautiful. The words he chose to put together sound like... dreamy. I was listening and drifting off to sleep when I heard "it is Margaret you mourn for."

!!!

I was awake right away.
I suddenly remembered that poem I had forgotten about and not read or heard in ages. I loved that poem! I listened a couple times and then fell asleep, so happy.

I'm going to share it with you.
It's called

Spring and Fall.
to a young child

 

Márgarét, áre you gríeving 

Over Goldengrove unleaving? 

Leáves like the things of man, you

With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? 

Ah! ás 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 wíll weep and know why. 

Now no matter, child, the name: 

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. 

 

 

 

My heart's not growing older, and those sights still thrill me. The same was true for him. But I get what he's saying, and I love the way he says it.