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)
images: Christie B. Cochrell, Getty pot and Montreal window, collage
e e cummings for you, of course, dear Tammy J!
ReplyDeleteoh! you're such a dear! LOLOL.
ReplyDeleteisn't he just grand?
"spring... when the world is mud puddle wonderful!" ... e.e.
unless you're dodging a tornado...
which is what spring always is where i am!
thank you for that lovely lovely poem christie. XO