A Non-Easter Easter poem

[intertext]

For everyone, but especially oursin *

Oxford: A Spring Day

The air shines with a mild magnificence...
Leaves, voices, glitterings... and there is also water
Winding in easy ways among much green expanse,

Or lying flat, in small floods, on the grass;
Water which in its widespread crystal holds the whole soft song
Of this swift tremulous instant of rebirth and peace.

Tremulous - yet, beneath how deep its root!
Timelessness of an afternoon! Air's gems, the wall's bland grey,
Slim spires, hope-coloured fields: these belong to no date.

David Gascoyne

*whose post this morning sent me scurrying to find something that expresses spring and timelessness and humanity.  I think this does; there's also a personal connection, which she knows, as do some others of you.

Comments

[countrygardener.livejournal.com]

If you don't mind I think I'll post this on my page too. It seems to so well suit the day.

[intertext.livejournal.com]

please do! I love it, and I was pleased to find something that I loved, because so much of his work is so ... inaccessible.

[countrygardener.livejournal.com]

as, in my experience at least, was he.

[intertext.livejournal.com]

I'm lucky, then, because I have good memories of him. Maybe being a girl? Also perhaps the timing was right.

[oursin.livejournal.com]

Water which in its widespread crystal holds the whole soft song
Of this swift tremulous instant of rebirth and peace.

Oh, yes.
Thank you.

[intertext.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you like it.

[superfoo.livejournal.com]

Your father?

[intertext.livejournal.com]

My uncle :)