Spring Has Sprung/The Grass Has Ris/ I Wonder Where/The Birdies Is?
Normally that’s all the poetry I can remember, because as much as I know I should, and as cool as it is when I do, I can’t always get into it and get much out of it.
But thanks to the amazing Patti, here’s a wonderful new one that’s exactly right for today.
e.e. cummings is pretty wonderful altogether.
It’s nice of poetry to remind you of the wonderful things, isn’t it.
when faces called flowers float out of the ground…
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)