Namesake

Welcome to the birth of my blog, Spring and Fall. The name comes from my favorite poem by Gerald Manley Hopkins. I love to hear his poetry, love to feel the words run across my tongue. Spring and Fall isn't his most beautiful poem. I don't think it's his most profound. But it resonates with me like no other poem I’ve read.

Spring and Fall:
to a Young Child

MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves, líke the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Áh! 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.