Thursday, May 02, 2013
There's that bright fresh green fuzz on the trees which are once again "leaping greenly" -- and of course e.e. cummings' great poem about spring always comes to mind when I see new leaves unfolding:
i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue 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 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)
That first line is often misquoted, "for this most amazing day". But that's not it. Even though it's posted in several places on the internet that way. There IS lots of gratitude. But for cummings, primarily "for most this amazing day".
Could I possibly enjoy spring as much if I hadn't endured some of those coldest greyest winter days? Yes, even despite some brilliant sparkly afternoons of xc skiing, there were still many dawns dark and dreary when it did seem possible I'd died and wasn't ever going to feel alive again. OK to admit it now.
It's no coincidence that my birthday jacket for myself is just this leaping greenly colour!
Early May must be the most beautiful time of the year.
Right here. Right now.