poem of the week
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)
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
2 Comments:
I hated analyzing that poem in 7th grade
I keep wanting to post that-- I could have for most of March, which they say was the warmest for us in 113 years (give or take a few); but alas! This April has forgotten to be Aprilly. They say it's on track to be one of the coldest in a long, long time...there were even white flakes coming out of the sky last week. =(
It's April(yes, april;my darling) it's... winter.
I hope your voice recovers.
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