I walked up from town via Lovers’ Lane this morning and so enjoyed the Spring flowers in the Cornish hedges.
Today’s poem by e e cummings is just perfect for this bright and lovely Spring day and all the beautiful Spring flowers that I have just shown you. It was so warm as I walked home this morning that I had to take off both my coat and my cardigan! There is such vitality in this poem that has such a springy rhythm and such delightful use of alliteration and repetition. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Keep dancing!
when faces called flowers float out of the ground – ee cummings
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)
I recently discovered a new group nearby, Caring Crafters of Cornwall, who knit for premature babies at our local hospital so have made ready a collection for delivery. Here are little hats in varying sizes and a tiny blanket.