Spring and Fall (Gerald Manley Hopkins)
To a young child
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 to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
2007-02-14 10:21:25
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answered by cathoratio 5
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Howl by Allen Ginsberg
2007-02-14 10:35:42
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answered by amazon 4
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Superflous Advice
Should they whisper false of you,
Never trouble to deny;
Should the words they say be true,
Weep and storm and swear they lie.
~Dorothy Parker
2007-02-14 10:26:30
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answered by MI 6
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Walter De La Mere's "The LIsteners"......"Is there anybody there?' Said the traveller....knocking on the moonlit door...and his horse champed the grasses on the forest's ferny floor.........>>>>
2007-02-14 10:39:24
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answered by levatorlux 5
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Yes, it is called "my lover"
oh please won't you love me
oh please
no more hate
oh please hold my hand while we wait for our fate.
2007-02-14 10:20:28
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answered by Alex L 2
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