Thursday, September 1, 2011

it's (kiss me now) spring!

"as to me, I know of nothing else but miracles."
- Walt Whitman

spring has sprung in Grahamstown. joy abounds in my heart! :) with the 1st of September being the Southern hemisphere's "official" first day of spring, i decided to wear my brightest, most flowery dress. the weather obliged - it was beautifully sunny and warm today, which made me sing - both literally and, um, metaphorically. (can one sing metaphorically? i mean, can one? ah well, who knows...)

e.e. cummings is one of my favourite poets of all time, and i love his fervour for springtime. although he hailed from the Northern hemisphere, which meant that his spring began in April, i still love his spring poetry and the joy it instills! here's my absolute favourite spring poem by the man:

when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-
but keeping is downward and doubting and never
-it's april(yes,april;my darling)it's spring!
yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly
yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
(yes the mountains are dancing together)

when every leaf opens without any sound
and wishing is having and having is giving-
but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense
-alive;we're alive,dear:it's(kiss me now)spring!
now the pretty birds hover so she and so he
now the little fish quiver so you and so i
(now the mountains are dancing,the mountains)

when more than was lost has been found has been found
and having is giving and giving is living-
but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
-it's spring(all our night becomes day)o,it's spring!
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)

how beautiful and lovely is that? it makes my heart grin :) i love the concept of spring - the newness that is born out of the dead ground, the life; the smell of jasmine invading the air around me as i walk around campus; bird songs and mellow evenings. the promise of warmth to a world that has known such bitter coldness. the miracle of it all. it leaves me in awe :)

happy spring if you live in the Southern hemisphere, lovelies, and if you're up Northern way, hope you stay warm!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

ah! edward estlin! sigh.
God didn't have to make flowers.
God didn't have to make colour.
God didn't have to make bees and trees and smells and spring.
But he did!
God bless God!
He did!