Spring
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 (1925)
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Montreal Window
How strange! The poem is about Spring, but Montreal is right now the furthest thing from Spring ever!!
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Probably a bad picture to choose, given the state of Montreal's weather, but it was the photo that seemed best to fit the sense of the poem. I'll just think of it as all warmest wishes for spring being sent up to Canada in hopes for a quick turn-around!
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