The poem
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 & by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you wíll weep & know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sorrow's springs are the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed: It is the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
I remember a nun reading this poem to us in eighth grade. What did we know of grieving? What did we know of sorrow over lost youth? We were twelve. Yet she knew. Did she grieve and regret? Now, at 67, I do know.
Spring and Fall poem
This poem is so confusing, but very true. Why cry for someone who is dead but I thank this very confusing !!!!!!!! Nnnnn