It’s a glorious day here. Daffodils and hyacinths, tulips and primroses and all around the sound of birdsong and families in their gardens, laughing, playing and preparing barbecues. My kids are listening to their Grandad, giving him the chance to reminisce, to share his stories in the sunshine. My husband’s pottering somewhere in the garden, enjoying a break from his work-day routine. I can smell freshly dug soil.
I don’t normally go near my laptop on Sundays or family holidays, but I found myself wanting to share one of my favourite poems with you today.
I love the way ee cummings’s mind moves. I love the way he makes me explore the possibilities of my own language, searching for meanings in what’s not there and the why and the where of what is there. I love his delight in words, letters, syntax, symbols and sound and the way he expresses life and love.
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)