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Monthly Archives: September 2011
HOPKINS: GOLDENGROVE UNLEAVING
Some lines of Gerard Manley Hopkins are an aesthetic pleasure just to repeat mentally or audibly: Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Those words come, of course, from his well-known poem Spring and Fall: to a young child. The … Continue reading
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LEARNING FROM THE AUTUMN MOON
When we think of the Fall — of Autumn — we think of colored leaves, falling leaves, and of the moon. We look at the autumn moon for a few moments, and then we move on with our lives, unless … Continue reading
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Tagged autumn, Autumn Moon, Bashô, fall, Full moon, haikai, harvest moon, hokku, moon, poetry, writing
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GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS: EXPRESSING SELF-NATURE
I would like to return to Gerard Manley Hopkins, that impressionist in language whose poems are verbally fascinating even while difficult. Today’s Hopkins poem, in spite of its seeming complexity, nonetheless has a very simple message, as we shall see … Continue reading
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Tagged analysis, As Kingfishers Catch Fire, dragonflies, Gerard Manley Hopkins, kingfishers, Poems, poetry, self-expression, writing
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THOMAS HARDY ON AGING: I LOOK INTO MY GLASS
Yesterday I happened upon an obituary for the younger brother of someone I knew many years ago. It had a photo. When I last saw him, he was a good-looking boy of about 13 years. It was a shock to … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, elderly, I Look Into My Glass, Literature, loneliness, old people, poetry, poetry analysis, Thomas Hardy, writing
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