- With only a few more days of being 4, I was reading this earlier and thought how beautiful it was, so wanted to share
- To A Child
- The greatest poem ever known
- Is one all poets have outgrown:
- The poetry, innate, untold,
- Of being only four years old.
- Still young enough to be a part
- Of Nature's great impulsive heart,
- Born comrade of bird, beast, and tree
- And unselfconscious as the bee--
- And yet with lovely reason skilled
- Each day new paradise to build;
- Elate explorer of each sense,
- Without dismay, without pretense!
- In your unstained transparent eyes
- There is no conscience, no surprise:
- Life's queer conundrums you accept,
- Your strange divinity still kept.
- Being, that now absorbs you, all
- Harmonious, unit, integral,
- Will shred into perplexing bits,--
- Oh, contradictions of the wits!
- And Life, that sets all things in rhyme,
- may make you poet, too, in time--
- But there were days, O tender elf,
- When you were Poetry itself!
Christopher Morley
I'm sure that even when Imogen is 5 and beyond, she will still be many of these things, enjoying and exploring the wonders of nature; making up her own rhymes, songs and imaginative games. The joys of childhood.
What a lovely poem xxx
ReplyDeleteI think that 5 is a wonderful age, and i am sure Imogen will have a great birthday. Sending blessings to you all. Thanks for sharing that sweet poem. xx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, and so true.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem. I hope Imogen has a lovely birthday.
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