|Published by Louise Adey Huish on Sat, 18 Apr 2020 17:35|
In what has, up to now, been the most beautiful Easter week – weather-wise – that I can remember, I thought I would share with you my favourite Easter poem. It’s by e. e. cummings (another poet who doesn’t normally bother with capital letters!) and is probably best read out loud. It’s a single exuberant sentence, with adjectives and adverbs spiralling out from it with the energy of delight; if you have problems making sense of lines 9 to 12, its basic form is ‘How should… any… human… being… doubt… You?’
e.e. cummings, I thank you God
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 any–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)
I hope that you, like me, have been able to enjoy the ‘leaping greenly spirits of trees/ and a blue true dream of sky’, either out of doors or through your window, and that the hopefulness of the natural world can help to illuminate this time of stress and difficulty for us all.
A word about the photograph at the head of today’s blog: this dates back at least twenty years (sorry: it shows!), to an art-and-craft afternoon with my children, then aged about five and ten. It’s wonderful what you can do with egg-boxes and poster paint! – cut up and painted yellow, these formed the trumpets of the daffodils. Maybe if you’re really stuck for a way to entertain your kids during lockdown, you might like to have a go?!