Wednesday, 15 September 2010

To a Child ...

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.


  1. I 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

  2. What a beautiful poem. I hope Imogen has a lovely birthday.


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