And also can’t help but think of this poem, as the leaves turn golden and ready to fall once again.
Spring and Fallto a young child
Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! 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.
—Gerard Manley Hopkins
Commonplacing
Commonplacing
Commonplacing
Was introduced to this fantastic site that makes journals out of ubiquitous vintage children books, giving you blank pages intermixed with the pages of the book as inspiration and surprise. Beautiful!
Loved reading Meg Conley’s collection of moments, and how profound children’s thoughts and questions often are.
And on that theme, I fell in love with this charming children’s book, with the story told through cards, c. 1800.
And also can’t help but think of this poem, as the leaves turn golden and ready to fall once again.