October 26, 2011

Spring and Fall



For Sr. Thomas More, CSJ (Margery Smith), a view and a poem through the windows of Whitby Hall 25 years ago this month!

Spring and Fall

to a young child

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.

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.

21 Comments:

Blogger Angela M. said...

Manley. English. Need cigarette...

October 11, 2008 12:43 PM  
Blogger elena maria vidal said...

I love that poem. I think I might post it, too.

October 11, 2008 2:21 PM  
Blogger Cathy_of_Alex said...

Elena: I love it too! It's a perfect day here to have it posted!

Angela: Resist!!!! I will pray for you.

October 11, 2008 2:42 PM  
Blogger Angela M. said...

I should have written "Hopkins." I was so intoxicated by the poem I couldn't think straight.

PS haven't smoked since Sept. 18, 1995 and have NO plans to resume. It was just an expression for the afterglow after the ecstasy LOL!

October 11, 2008 6:53 PM  
Blogger Terry Nelson said...

Angie - I had 2 cigarettes last week - it had been a year that I quit. I want to smoke every day - but they tasted awful. I could light up now just thinking about it.


Cathy loves fall because of the clothes - always has.

October 12, 2008 10:33 AM  
Blogger Cathy_of_Alex said...

Angela: LOL!

Terry: Resist! Remember how bad they tasted! I DO love Fall because of the clothes!

October 12, 2008 10:38 AM  
Blogger Sanctus Belle said...

hey, I was a student at St. Kates 22 years ago! I took a ton of classes in Whitby hall...I still remember walking in the 30 below winters from my apartment across campus and trudging into the main entrance there...such an old, creeky lovely building! I loved going to school there...(sigh)

October 13, 2008 12:14 PM  
Blogger Sanctus Belle said...

hey, I was a student at St. Kates 22 years ago! I took a ton of classes in Whitby hall...I still remember walking in the 30 below winters from my apartment across campus and trudging into the main entrance there...such an old, creeky lovely building! I loved going to school there...(sigh)

October 13, 2008 12:14 PM  
Blogger Cathy_of_Alex said...

Sanctus Belle: I think you and I were there about the same time but, obviously, different programs. I seem to recall you field was also in Whitby but the J-level.

As an English major most of my coursework was in Whitby. I LOVED that building. It's a beautiful campus anyway. The Whitby English Garden was very nice too.

Sister (that I referred to) had a GREAT office in Whitby. It was small but crammed with books. She always had her radio on to classical music. She had this big old desk that you could barely see from all the stuff on it. She had a tiny window with a view of the Ginkgo trees on the south side. Now, she's the Archivist for the Library.

October 13, 2008 6:09 PM  
Blogger Ray from MN said...

Sanctus and Cathy

One of my best friends from college at the U of MN has an office in Whitby Hall.

Tom West.

Did he encounter you guys?

October 14, 2009 9:04 PM  
Blogger Cathy_of_Alex said...

Ray: I know who he is. I never had any courses with him.

October 15, 2009 9:05 AM  
Blogger ArchAngel's Advocate said...

Not bad for a Jebbie (Hopkins, I mean), eh? The English grew them right in them days.
His gravesite in Dublin, Ireland
His Memorial in Poet's Corner at Westminster Abbey, London

October 15, 2009 4:17 PM  
Blogger nazareth priest said...

Angela M: me Mum's maiden name is "Hopkins" in some way I think I belong to him...need a cigarette, meself!
How beautiful.
When I turned 50, I began to really mourn everything I didn't do; and things I did do; and all that will probably left be undone...
the leaves of fall remind me that I will soon be with God...and I pray that all He wishes that I in fact, do, will be done, even if it is not what I would, in fact, have wanted to do, and my tears and heartache for all that I have somehow commissioned or omission ed, have hurt, harmed or destroyed another may, by the good Lord Jesus be healed, repaired, made new...all in the hands of the blessed Lady, our Mother, ever Virgin Mary. Amen.

October 12, 2010 9:09 PM  
Blogger Terry Nelson said...

This post is like dejavu or however you spell it... far out Cath - I haven't taken anything yet today either.
.


I am so tripping on the leaves... oh! oh! the colors...
blowing in the wind...
the whirlwind
everything is just blowing in the wind...
I am the wind...
you are the leaf...
with trails of leaves
chasing you...
encircling you...
in the whirlwind...

October 13, 2010 9:50 AM  
Blogger belinda said...

Mr.T.- "Cathy loves fall because of the clothes - always has."

That's probably because the fall colors look pretty on a red head.
****
Stop smoking Mr.T., you gotta die from some sort of an unfortunate accident but not from cancer! oh, and look both ways before you cross the street and don't irritate people. :)
****
Father, didn't you say a while back you had chest pains or some sort of medical emergency? Are you still smoking? Don't make me come up there. I do go to Wisconsin on occassion - for the cheese.

October 13, 2010 4:22 PM  
Blogger Owen said...

Gotta love them Victorian folks

October 13, 2010 5:28 PM  
Blogger Cathy_of_Alex said...

Ter: You sure, you haven't dropped acid today? Very pretty poetry though, babe.

Belinda: You tell him! Both of them!

Father NP: Beautiful

October 13, 2010 9:00 PM  
Blogger nazareth priest said...

Belinda: Thanks.
You and my primary care physician (that's what they call it today)...I'm very careful...only a few ciggies a day (can't completely give it up...but it's a lot less than before)...sorry...I'm weak, okay?
I'm workin' on it (this is a very candid admission...I'm truly humbled!)

October 13, 2010 11:35 PM  
Blogger belinda said...

Father, I'm not above it all. I do other things that are destructive to my health as well. I just don't want any of you people to die first. :)

October 14, 2010 4:13 PM  
Blogger Terry Nelson said...

Oh thank God! This is a redux - I thought I was hearing/reading voices from the dead...

October 28, 2011 9:42 PM  
Blogger Georgette said...

I love that poem too! He was a priest ya know. yeah, I know you probably know already, but i wanted to say it anyway!

Happy Autumn, Happy All Souls Day!This poem is about both, I think...well, that autumn is a reminder of the four last things; how fitting that All
Souls day is in the Autumn, in our hemisphere, at any rate!

Our leaves are at their peak here in NC right now! and the colors stand out against the backdrop of the sky that is a most glorious blue!!

November 02, 2011 3:06 PM  

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