“Spring is like a perhaps hand”

SPRING IS HERE! True, given the super mild winter fact that winter didn’t ever actually come, this is less dramatic than usual. Still, I feel that spring’s arrival must be greeted with all caps to show our appreciation.  I am loving running around Eastern Market and watching the trees and gardens come into bloom, although I am secretly concerned that the cherry blossoms are already coming out and I worry that they will be over before our Cherry Blossom 10 Mile race in a couple weeks. Daffodils are by far my favorite spring flower as they first to arrive, the harbingers of spring if you will. These are the especially dense ones that bloom beside our metro stop.

But nothing explains the coming of spring better than this poem.

Spring is like a perhaps hand – E. E. Cummings

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 from 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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3 Responses to “Spring is like a perhaps hand”

  1. Shannon says:

    Sigh. I love cummings.

  2. Pingback: The Harbingers of Spring…maybe. | The Art in Life

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