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My father moved through dooms of love , By : E. E. Cummings, 1894 – 1962

Pentredwr, Hourseshow pass, Llangollen,  North Wales Landscape Photography Nigel Borrington

Pentredwr, Hourseshoe pass,
North Wales
Landscape Photography Nigel Borrington

Its a personal post this one but a post I very much enjoyed getting together !!!

My Father and Mother sadly split when I was six years of age, something that these days I have very much been a peace with.

Over the last few years through accident more that any planning, I found the place he spend the last few years of his life with his second wife and family. He moved to a village “Pentredwr” in a valley near the horseshoe pass, Llangollen , North wales, Its a truly beautiful part of the world.

I visited again during the Easter Holidays and took these pictures of the landscape he must have enjoyed for so many years 🙂 🙂

my father moved through dooms of love
By E. E. Cummings, 1894 – 1962

My father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height

this motionless forgetful where
turned at his glance to shining here;
that if(so timid air is firm)
under his eyes would stir and squirm

My Father 5.

newly as from unburied which
floats the first who,his april touch
drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates
woke dreamers to their ghostly roots

and should some why completely weep
my father’s fingers brought her sleep:
vainly no smallest voice might cry
for he could feel the mountains grow.

Lifting the valleys of the sea
my father moved through griefs of joy;
praising a forehead called the moon
singing desire into begin

joy was his song and joy so pure
a heart of star by him could steer
and pure so now and now so yes
the wrists of twilight would rejoice

My Father 2.

keen as midsummer’s keen beyond
conceiving mind of sun will stand,
so strictly(over utmost him
so hugely) stood my father’s dream

his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
no hungry man but wished him food;
no cripple wouldn’t creep one mile
uphill to only see him smile.

Scorning the Pomp of must and shall
my father moved through dooms of feel;
his anger was as right as rain
his pity was as green as grain

septembering arms of year extend
less humbly wealth to foe and friend
than he to foolish and to wise
offered immeasurable is

My Father 4.

proudly and(by octobering flame
beckoned)as earth will downward climb,
so naked for immortal work
his shoulders marched against the dark

his sorrow was as true as bread:
no liar looked him in the head;
if every friend became his foe
he’d laugh and build a world with snow.

My father moved through theys of we,
singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)

then let men kill which cannot share,
let blood and flesh be mud and mire,
scheming imagine,passion willed,
freedom a drug that’s bought and sold

My Father 1.

giving to steal and cruel kind,
a heart to fear,to doubt a mind,
to differ a disease of same,
conform the pinnacle of am

though dull were all we taste as bright,
bitter all utterly things sweet,
maggoty minus and dumb death
all we inherit,all bequeath

and nothing quite so least as truth
—i say though hate were why men breathe—
because my Father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all

8 responses

  1. Glorious – I always loved that journey into North Wales – leaving the tight roads of England behind and widening out into this beautiful open countryside

    April 15, 2015 at 1:41 pm

    • Thank you , very pleased that you love north wales , so so beautiful – yes 🙂

      April 15, 2015 at 1:50 pm

  2. What a beautiful place. Love the poem 🙂

    April 15, 2015 at 2:39 pm

  3. Brought tears to my eyes Nigel – what a beautiful post, from your thoughts, to the photographs and then poem.

    April 15, 2015 at 2:46 pm

  4. A profound tribute to complexities of human experience. The earth is a healing force. Exquisite photograph!!! Wales is magnificent.

    April 15, 2015 at 4:47 pm

    • Hello Rebecca 🙂 🙂

      Thank you , lovely and very welcome comment 🙂 🙂 🙂

      April 17, 2015 at 11:49 am

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