Somewhere, deep in a comprehensive exam prep period this semester, hopped upon caffeine and too much sugar and too little sleep and overwhelmed with stress about the upcoming test and the repercussions of failing, a phrase from Natasha Trethewey’s Native Guard jumped up and grabbed me by the throat.
I returned to a stand of pines,
flanking the roadside, tangle
of understory—a dialectic of dark
and light—and magnolias blossoming
like afterthought: each flower
a surrender, white flags draped
among the branches.
–“South” Natasha Trethewey
I was first struck by the ‘dialectic of dark and light’–I was in the middle of both Paradise Lost and The Republic,and had just finished Spring and All, so I was thinking about conflicts and contrasts and everything that can be summed up in the binary opposites of “dark and light”.
magnolias blossoming like afterthought. Afterthought. Not perhaps considered as important as the dialectic, but somehow serving as the extra, the excess, that makes the dialectic ok. That makes everything ok. The dialectic of light and dark is structure and repression and rules for behavior and so much restriction and requirements–but life and spring and rebirth and regeneration and magnolias somehow redeem it all.
My walks in spring are constantly interrupted by my need to record all of the beauty around. I never seem to tire of the flowers–these are a few of my favorites from the past few weeks.
April in South Carolina almost makes up for August- the air is beautifully crisp, the sky is impossibly and brilliantly blue, the dogwood absolutely glows in the sunshine. It might just be my favorite month.
Ginger and I took a long walk this morning in the meandering streets behind my house. She chased squirrels, I took pictures and listened to Villette (which I’ve never read before and am loving.)
Aren’t these gorgeous? They were growing several feet above my head, so I kind of hung on the side of a fence and madly snapped pictures with the other hand. I do hope the owners of said fence were still asleep.
Off to the salt mines, but I hope your day is as beautiful as mine has begun, and that you get a chance to enjoy it.