Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Intimations of Immortality

Wordsworth says it best:

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come

Last Thursday, the dear one, her husband, and I were joined by a beloved baby girl. Trailing clouds of glory indeed.

11 comments:

Dr. Crazy said...

Congratulations! Best to all of you!

Richard said...

Congratulations! Thanks for sharing the fulness of your bliss.

Dave Munger said...

Congratulations! That's fabulous!

Deborah said...

My very best wishes to you . . . and here are some lines I've always loved from a poem by Galway Kinnell:

It is all over,
little one, the flipping
and overleaping, the watery
somersaulting alone in the oneness
under the hill, under
the old, lonely bellybutton
pushing forth again
in remembrance . . .

Lucy Tartan said...

Wonderful news, and THE perfect poem for the happy event. Congratulations to all of you.

Anonymous said...

congratulations! Terrfic news. Wishing you all the best -- and a little sleep...

Patty

Sarahlynn said...

Lovely!

Welcome to the little one.

Bud Parr said...

"For in my arms I hold
The flower of the Ages
And the First Love of the world."

Hopefully I got that right - a quote taken completely out of context from an Auden poem.

happy news indeed and I must say I'm impressed that you have the energy to put some blog posts up - or maybe that's all you have the energy for.

Anyway - glad to hear the beautiful news, Anne.

Michelle said...

Hi Anne- congratulations! sorry to join in so late... hope all is well with the new baby.

amcorrea said...

I'm so very late with this, but heartfelt congratulations, Anne! What beauty and joy inhabit your home... :)

All the best to you and yours.

genevieve said...

Latest of all - welcome to your glorious little trailer. Congratulations, all.