Spring is in the air
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 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
(please forgive any spacing issues, as it is difficult to recreate e.e.'s unique spacial organization on here)
That is my mother's favorite poem, which is probably why I hate it (I love e.e cummings, just not that poem). Except when I begin to sense the first stirrings of spring, at which time I get snatches of it stuck in my head, and feel like dancing in Sufi circles all through the streets, singing ecstatic psalms to the new born warmth.
I hope everybody got outside today while it was still glorious!!!!
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 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
(please forgive any spacing issues, as it is difficult to recreate e.e.'s unique spacial organization on here)
That is my mother's favorite poem, which is probably why I hate it (I love e.e cummings, just not that poem). Except when I begin to sense the first stirrings of spring, at which time I get snatches of it stuck in my head, and feel like dancing in Sufi circles all through the streets, singing ecstatic psalms to the new born warmth.
I hope everybody got outside today while it was still glorious!!!!