Let it be official: e.e. cummings is the poet laureate of spring. When the daffodils bloom and the cottonwoods bless the earth with their caterpillar pods nobody says it better and in so many different ways. We all know In Just- but take a minute to discover one you may not know. Also check out this lovely spring poem The Blessing by James Wright.
|
Spring is like a perhaps hand
|
|
|
| |
IIISpring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything.
E. E. Cummings
|
|