Poetry today

&:SEVEN POEMS

III

Spring is like a perhaps hand

(which comes carefully

out of Nowhere)arranging

a window,into which people look (while

people stare

arranging and changing placing

carefully there a strange

thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps

Hand in a window

(carefully to

and fro moving New and

Old things,while

people stare carefully

moving a perhaps

fraction of flower here placing

an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

--e.e. cummings from Tulips and Chimneys

I love e.e. cummings. I think he is a genius. He puts emotion and point and even double meaning into his poems through odd syntax and placement. Love it! Now when does Spring really start coming (carefully, of course)?!