Blog 1, Week 3

Take the first line of any one of Hopkins’ poems and write your own poem celebrating the arrival of Spring in your part of the world. Try to incorporate some of Hopkins’s amazing experimentation with language texture especially with sounds.


Márgarét, áre you gríeving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Sighing, crying, the river flows from your eyes

As time goes by.


Colour draining cheeks, your dull bright mind

mourns over the unstitching pattern of your lines.

Margaret, is there more than what you see

Your eyes wide open but yet blind as can be.

The solace brings the darkness and cold

But the trees still stand, tall and bold,

Feet tangled, arms linked,

Mud crawling over their knees.


Hush young child, the world has not ceased

Your brows still creased

The rebirth of salty sweet trees,

The returning songs of birds and bees.

The reincarnation of life flourishes

After The judgement of darkness nourishes;

The ground for you to rise to your feet.


Márgarét, áre you still gríeving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

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