Spring and Fall To a Young Child

by Gerard Manley 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 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 is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
  
 
A man
yes,
and yet,
there are days,
days when
a boy
sits
where a man
sat
holding
a man's tears
with only
a boy's eyes.

- Sherrie Cunningham
candlelight
and tiny blue dragons land on my table
doing finite ballet
and sweet flutes from nowhere
pull my dull body into the ground
and I listen to the heartbeat of earth
and introspection
rips me up

- Joel Gerhardson

  
 
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