Spring and Fall
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 & 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.
-Gerard Manley Hopkins
Poem of the Month 
a lovely poem.well done
Hopkins’ anguish was all about his faith, or his many successive crises of faith, but I’ve never bought the idea that he was a manic depressive. Or rather, if he was, what difference does it make? Poems like this give the lie to the idea that that somehow exhausts his poetry. Thank you.
TOG
it is very nice to hear a poem from sound… as if the poem is alive! and travle to time with it! so very touching and moving through the expreience of such time travling… very amazing!