I was reminded of it today when my friend’s young children shed a quart of tears over the accidental death of a duck, and I found myself wishing I still cried over roadkill.

Spring and Fall

(To a young child)

Gerard Manly Hopkins

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 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 is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

Recent Comments


August 9, 2008 2:24 pm

being vegan is kind of like crying over roadkill you know!

michael phelps
August 15, 2008 2:46 pm

you’ve been slacking. hurry up and update the blog.

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