I've been holding out until April to share this poem~ one of my favorite poems, by one of my favorite poets.when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-
but keeping is downward and doubting and never
-it's april(yes,april;my darling)it's spring!
yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly
yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
(yes the mountains are dancing together)
when every leaf opens without any sound
and wishing is having and having is giving-
but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense
-alive;we're alive,dear:it's(kiss me now)spring!
now the pretty birds hover so she and so he
now the little fish quiver so you and so i
(now the mountains are dancing,the mountains)
when more than was lost has been found has been found
and having is giving and giving is living-
but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
-it's spring(all our night becomes day)o,it's spring!
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)
-e.e. cummings
5 comments:
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
Whatever is loving is your doing my dear...
ee cummings is absolutely one of my favorite poets too! Happy Spring.
xo Esme
Thanks for sharing this one, it is lovely! I missed you at the tea party, too, but hope your trip was wonderful.
I did finish the monkey. He was really cute. The yellow yarn hair was the tops - haha!
:-)
Sweet Esme! I hug you.
Steph, my trip was fun, but much too brief! Did you take a picture of the monkey before sending him on his way? I'd like to see!
that is a wonderful poem! thanks.
if only outside would match up to that feeling! not quite a "dogwood winter" but almost. come back, spring, come back!
Come back, indeed! I'm unbelievably ready to hang up my coat for the duration...
And I'm glad you enjoyed the poem~ his work makes me swoon.
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