Sunday, October 5, 2008


"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 upon 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.
No mouth had, no nor mind expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
Tis the blight man was born for,
Tis Margaret you mourn for."
                                                                Gerard Manley Hopkins


Anonymous said...

Love the monochrome and how you've processed this one. Really nice composition.

2sweetnsaxy said...

This is really lovely. :-)

ELK said...

stunning and simple

Anonymous said...

You do have a way for finding the perfect poem for your images, Mary!

Country Girl said...

What a perfect picture to compliment your poem. I love how the washed out color lends itself to the words.

Shimmy Mom said...

love love love it in the muted hues.

christina said...

Beautiful and strong!
; )

Gawdess said...

the sepia tones are a wonderful treatment