Tonight a poem by my favourite poet (though I make no claims to understanding him always, it is the sound of the words that pleases me most), the beautiful Gerard Manley Hopkins.
I was surprised by another talented colleague today, the wonderful Michael of PCC, who writes the most delicious haiku, which I shall, with his permission reproduce a sample of, if he'll allow it. As if this wasn't enough, he casually remarked today that he does Reiki - which I went to someone for once and was thoroughly surprised by. Michael recommended a site for me if anyone wants to find out more:
Spring and Fall (to a young child)
Gerard Manley Hopkins
MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves, líke the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Áh! 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 the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.