Yes, I've posted Hopkins' "Spring and Fall" before. Would you complain if you were audience to your favorite music more than than once?
My question again is whether Hopkins is accusing little Margaret of self-centeredness? Whether or not that's true, is it all about Margaret for Margaret? Should he accuse her? And all of us?
The four photos were taken about a week ago. Now everything's brown or bare.
Spring and Fall- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More
Aside from the lovely rhythm, it's so, so true. I remember as a child feeling a great wave of melacholy from time to time and thinking -- how wonderful it will be when this huge emotion finally finds a worthy experience.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully stated, AH.
ReplyDeleteMy version, sort of, was, "I can't wait till we're grownups and can stop acting so dumb. Adults don't act dumb."
When it came to reality, I was in the slow class. You had some reality AND some lofty desires.
Okay, I'm going to be literal and answer your question. I don't think he's accusing her of anything; he's observing, a scientist of the human condition.
ReplyDeleteJean, I like that distinction. "Scientist" is a fascinating label for Hopkins. I'll leave it at that for now and hope others chime in.
ReplyDeleteHopkins-schmopkins -- your photos just keep getting better, and his poems just stay the same. Now that I'm close to booking studio time, I'm hoping I can commission some pictures.
ReplyDeleteGPU, Thank you? Or, I can't be bought? Or, I only photograph purple socks.
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ReplyDeleteAH, I think you hit head on!
ReplyDeleteNow that we have life experience behind us, do we have time to feel melancholy? Or is life too rushed?
Lovely photos, Banjomyn. I am living autumn thru your photos. Still teasing in the 90s here...
Brenda, thanks. Is "teasing in the 90s" a new dance step?
ReplyDeleteGood question about little Margaret. At least she had, and took, the time to contemplate such things, even if her pondering is a little off.
Jean, days later, I'm still fascinated by the notion of Hopkins as a scientist-poet. That idea really might have legs. Do you know some of his work?