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Poem of the Day: Spring and Fall

Posted in Hopkins, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing on 02/26/2010| 3 Comments »

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

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Poem of the Day: Spring and Death

Posted in Hopkins, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Spring, words, Write, Writer, writing on 01/07/2008| 1 Comment »

Spring and Death

I had a dream. A wondrous thing:
It seem’d an evening in the Spring:
– A little sickness in the air
From too much fragrance everywhere: –
As I walk’d a stilly wood,
Sudden, Death before me stood:
In a hollow lush and damp,
He seem’d a dismal murky stamp
On the flowers that were seen
His charnelhouse-grate ribs between,
And with coffin-black he barr’d the green.
“Death,” said I, “what do you here
At this Spring season of the year?”
“I mark the flowers ere the prime
Which I may tell at Autumn-time.”
Ere I had further question made
Death was vanished from the glade.
Then I saw that he had bound
Many trees and flowers round
With a subtle web of black,
And that such a sable track,
Lay along the grasses green
From the spot where he had been.
But the Spring-tide pass’d the same;
Summer was as full of flame;
Autumn-time no earlier came.
And the flowers that he had tied,
As I mark’d not always died
Sooner than their mates; and yet
Their fall was fuller of regret:
It seem’d so hard and dismal thing,
Death, to mark them in the Spring.
-Gerard Manly Hopkins

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Poem of the Day: Breathing, Becoming

Posted in Hopkins, i am, Margaret, michael lamanna, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Still, submission, to be, Write on 08/29/2007| 3 Comments »

Today’s submission is by the writer/poet/actor Michael Lamanna.

Breathing, Becoming

Remembering, I am
gold
and green
folding fields
long
subtle
silver hills
round
azure
pond and sky

I stray
grazing
glorious
grass. Sway
drifting
effortless
cloud

Remember, I am
cow
like sun
massive, stubborn
breath
like breeze
warm, growing
heart
like grass
alive, golden

I stall
breathing
becoming
ripe. Fall
passing
remember
I am

– Michael Lamanna

And the Why
Why is it one of my favorites? I guess it’s because it makes my heart feel bigger than my chest.

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Poem of the Day: Pied Beauty

Posted in Hopkins, pied beauty, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, praise, Write, Writer, writing on 08/09/2007| Leave a Comment »

Pied Beauty

GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; 5
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.

-Gerard Manley Hopkins

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Poem of the Day: Spring and Fall, to a Young Child

Posted in Hopkins, Margaret, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Spring, Write, Writer on 05/29/2007| Leave a Comment »

Spring and Fall, to a Young Child

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.

-Gerard Manley Hopkins

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