“Fame in itself is nothing. The only thing that matters is virtue. Jesus Christ is the only true literary critic. But, from any lesser level or standard than that, we must recognize that fame is the true and appointed setting of men of genius.”
–Gerard Manley Hopkins
from a letter to Robert Bridges
“Spring and Fall”
Márgarét, áre you grieving
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 héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
–Gerard Manley Hopkins
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