Spring & Fall (To a Young Child)Note: The light streaks are because I moved the camera just as the camera was ending its 1-sec. exposure. Only the lights were bright enough to register as motion blur streaks in what must have been about 1/100 of a sec. I think that's what happened.
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves, líke the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Áh! ás 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 wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
Or maybe the lights are spirits that haunt this grand old movie palace that has been showing movies on State Street for nearly 90 years, ghosts of the silver screen stirring from their long slumber to see what all the excitement is about.