This quote from a book given to me by my daughter, Kristen, grabbed my attention this morning. “In the midst of winter, I found there was within me, an invincible summer.” In the long days of waiting for my feet to heal, it seemed to be written for me. Good poetry is like that. The art has as much to do with what has been left unwritten as it is about the choice of words on the page. It allows me to super-impose my own story in the verse.
My mind drifted to summer, the season of growth before the harvest. All things are possible. Then somewhere in the middle of the season, there is just TOO MUCH in the garden. Back in my gardening days, during August the prolific greens … even the flowers I planted myself needed to be cut back.
My mind drifted to the author of the quote. Who was the author of this quote – Albert Camus? What was the context of his words? I found his poem from “The Stranger” (translated from French to English) and read a bit about the life of this Nobel Prize recipient from Algeria. No doubt I will come back to this.
In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love.
In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile.
In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm.
I realized, through it all, that…
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.
– Albert Camus, The Stranger