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Tag: 1918

Margaret, grieving

Margaret, grieving

Gerard Manley Hopkins said it best in Spring and Fall: To a young child: Márgarét, áre you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? …It ís the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for. These words come to my mind so often, but most of all now.  This weekend, autumn is at its peak. The … read more Margaret, grieving

Posted on November 1, 2015May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories TreesTags 1918, 1981, autumn, fall, leaves, Margaret, poetry, sorrow
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