By E. E. Cummings 1894–1962
When I first heard this poem by ee cummings I was so struck by the imagery of it, I never forgot it. I don’t remember what class I was sitting in or what teacher it was that made it come alive when they read it aloud but I do remember feeling like he got it just right.
I remember walking home from school in February or March after a cold spring rain, walking through puddles and seeing daffodils and tulips bowing under the weight of the water, and then how vibrant and alive the world turned when the sun came out. Each time, I would remember this poem, and the little lame balloon man. In my mind I could see him part walking, part listing from side to side with his big bunch of balloons for sale.
Good poetry, like good art or good music wakes us up, stuns us with the beauty of the world. That’s because it is God inspired. Great music….great art…..great poetry or writing, has the power to lift us beyond ourselves. If it is truly good, it makes us better.
It’s why people gasp and fall silent when they first see a true Masterpiece in an art gallery. Like nature, it wiggles you down to the core……takes your breath away and makes the world stop for just a moment.
Because just for an instant you almost believe you’ve found God’s pulse.
4 thoughts on “in Just-spring”
It is his pulse, isn’t it. We can feel it throbbing as we look at His beauty, His magnificence, His world.
Love the picture of the bird feeder. Is it outside your window. If so, you do have spring with your pink flowers. We’re behind — even though I did some digging in the dirt yesterday. Felt it today.
Always good to read you.
Harriet….well, it is not the view from my window, it is a picture I took one day in my hometown in California as I was trying to dodge raindrops. I was so happy to find this tree and these sweet birds. The view outside my window here is Oleanders and cactus, Arizona has its own beauty in Spring, we will be starting ours in a month or so 🙂
stunning beautiful….my heart turned summersaults:)
thanks for the sweet stir,
(“because just for an instand you almost believe you’ve found God’s pulse”….swoon)
God’s pulse – LOVE THAT! And, thanks for the hope of spring on this very cold day!