I have posted this wonderful poem by Kathleen Raine in memory of Elspeth Thompson, whose untimely death two years ago yesterday, 25 March 2010, shocked and saddened so many of us who read her books and followed her inspiring blog. It was a favourite poem of Elspeth and she posted it on her blog in the January preceding her death.
It goes like this ...
I believe nothing - what need
Surrounded as I am with marvels of what is,
This familiar room, books, shabby carpet on the floor,
Autumn yellow jasmine, chrysanthemums, my mother's flower,
Earth-scent of memories, daily miracles,
Yet media-people ask, "Is there a God?"
What does the word mean
To the fish in his ocean, birds
In his skies, and stars?
I only know that when I turn in sleepInto the invisible, it seems
I am upheld by love, and what seems is
Inexplicable here and now of joy and sorrow,
This inexhaustible, untidy world -
I would not have it otherwise.
I Believe Nothing by Kathleen Raine
You can read about the poet, Kathleen Raine here