[G.M. Hopkins'] MARGARET'S
AUTUMN REPRISAL
"Margaret,
are you grieving...over goldengrove unleaving?"
Margaret,
"child,
of
cadenced grieving":
Blame
not, Autumn,
for
un-leaving;
Fall
stands master,
toiled
and treasured;
Limber
winds breed
seasons...measured.
Balm
of saints
and
scripted sorrows;
Tempered
fate spurs
Warm
tomorrows.
What,
then, if thy
veil
descendeth ?
Reaping
ghosts whose
pasts
have endeth ?
Seeds
of scorn
In
search of mending,
Worn
of tinctured
Trials,
unending...
Soul
of Autumn !
Sun-drenched
crimson!
Baring
truths,
For winter,
winsome:
Such
are lessons learned
by four-score;
(Still,
it's Margaret whom
you
mourn for...).
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poem written by: L.P.-Grenn
Though,
here's what forever inspires me...
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 [all]the same.
Nor mouth had; no, nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost [had] guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret [who] you mourn for.
