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Spring and Fall: a Poem on Aging (Weekly Poem)

Today’s poem invites us to consider the beauty and agony of aging and uses seasonal imagery to trace the passing of time.

Spring and Fall

By Gerard Manley Hopkins

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.

Read more poetry from Gerard Manley Hopkins in the book Hopkins, available in Verbum.

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