'and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)...'
What better way to start the week than with ee cummings? (And note how he uses so many ing words and adverbs in his poems - a frowned-upon faux-pas in poetry - but look what he's done with them - made a living breathing head-over-heel wheeling poem that dances on the page!)
sweet spring is your - ee cummings
"sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love"
(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)
lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there's nobody else alive
(such a sky and such a sun
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)
not a tree can count his leaves
each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing
(secretly adoringly shyly
tiny winging darting floating
merry in the blossoming
always joyful selves are singing)
"sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovertime
and viva sweet love"
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