Spring and Fall – Natalie Merchant from poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins (full screen)


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 heart heard of, ghost guessed. It’s the blight man was born for. It is Margaret you mourn for.

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