- in Just-
- spring when the world is mud-
- luscious the little
- lame balloonman
- whistles far and wee
- and eddieandbill come
- running from marbles and
- piracies and it's
- spring
- when the world is puddle-wonderful
- the queer
- old balloonman whistles
- far and wee
- and bettyandisbel come dancing
- from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
- it's
- spring
- and
- the
- goat-footed
- balloonMan whistles
- far
- and
- wee
(And yes, I'm daring to use the capitals in his name: http://www.gvsu.edu/english/cummings/caps.htm)
4 comments:
in spring, from far and wee, people carry this poem under their rumpled hats and inside the warm cave of their mouths. A wonderful way to celebrate the return of the bunny.
I'm excited to see that you are back in the blogging world. :) What a lovely picture! We had to drive six hours south to see flowers this week.
Love this poem by ee, but I like most of his work. Thanks for posting it and reminding me.
This is the e.e. cummings (I cave to his wishes) poem I was looking for, but couldn't find. Instead I posted "Spring is like a perhaps hand," as one of my National Poetry Month selections at http://wordsrmylife.livejournal.com
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