Spring is like a perhaps hand

~~ e.e. cummings
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.

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e.e. cummings is a favorite poet of mine, along with W.H. Auden and Emily Dickinson...maybe I could add a few others (Neurada, Rilke). when I was younger I wanted to be a poet. be able to wrap words up in pretty and descriptive packages...but I never liked my poetry. then I wanted to write the great american novel when I was a senior in high school - however, my version of the world consisted of either reading list books such as Little Women, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, and Secret Garden...or Harlequin romances. Neither was a world vision.

so, I just get to sit and savor beautiful words. I cannot duplicate their beauty by my writing - I only try to pay tribute with my photography.