Spring Iz Sprung

Went for a ramble through the Botanics and up past the University today. Lots of new bulbs breaking through, and, wonder of wonders, my first sight of cherry blossom.

I have this huge feeling of being at the beginning of things for the first time in a long, long time, I've spent what seems like years hanging on to the past, and trying to make things work that really were beyond my ability to control.

A month or so, a few days, of relinquishing that illusion of control, of laying off trying to change the world through sheer force of will, and my own personal world has become a much happier place.

Spring is here. Change is in the air, and growth, and the force that through the green fuse drives the flower will not be denied.

As Ms. Reader sings it,

"Yes your smile is a prayer that prays for love
And your heart is a kite that longs to fly
Hallelujah here I am
Let's cut the strings tonight."

And Why Not?

THE FORCE THAT THROUGH THE GREEN FUSE DRIVES THE FLOWER


The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.