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 and 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.

Yok mu okuyan???

Yok mu okuyan???

teşekkür ettik ya okuduğumuz anlamına gelir:)

O halde bi tek sen okumuşsun.. =)

Ha bi de DivingDeep okumuş... =)

Güzel bir şiirmiş.Çok sağol...

that's gd.thanks a lot...

We shouldn't put poems here without giving the full title and author. It's a bit disrespectful (in my book, anyhow).

The poem's name is "Spring and Fall, to a Young Child".

The poem's author is Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889).

We shouldn't put poems here without giving the full title and author. It's a bit disrespectful (in my book, anyhow).

The poem's name is "Spring and Fall, to a Young Child".

The poem's author is Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889).

Very true, and thanks for reminding such an important issue. Othwerwise one may be accused of plagiarism.

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