Friday, March 19, 2010

Poetry Friday: Wasn't today the quintessence of Just- spring?


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
-- E. E. Cummings

(And yes, I'm daring to use the capitals in his name: http://www.gvsu.edu/english/cummings/caps.htm)

5 comments:

brattcat said...

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.

Sharon Mayhew said...

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.

問題 said...

All good things come to an end. ........................................

Carol said...

Love this poem by ee, but I like most of his work. Thanks for posting it and reminding me.

wordsrmylife said...

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