Driving home from work, with the sun shining and the temperature in the high 70’s, I was reminded by the announcer on the radio that today is the first day of spring. This time of the year always reminds me of a poem by e.e. cummings that I would end up reciting imperfectly, because I hadn’t read it since high school, some four decades ago.
Through the magic of the Internet, I’ve been able to find it after all this time. Reading it actually brought tears to my eyes, like running into a long lost friend. Here’s wishing you all a Happy Springtime; I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I do:
- in Just-
- spring when the world is mud-
- luscious the little
- lame balloonman
- whistles far and wee
- and eddieandbill come
- running from marbles and
- piracies and it’s
- spring
- when the world is puddle-wonderful
- the queer
- old balloonman whistles
- far and wee
- and bettyandisbel come dancing
- from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
- it’s
- spring
- and
- the
- goat-footed
- balloonMan whistles
- far
- and
- wee