Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Spring is like a perhaps hand

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


  1. How strange! The poem is about Spring, but Montreal is right now the furthest thing from Spring ever!!
    Spring truly is a beautiful season!

  2. 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!