Sweet Spring and E.E. Cummings
The first day of spring deserves poetry. Every day does, but especially this one.
E.E. Cummings is the poet of spring among other things. More poetry in general, more Cummings in particular = a better world.
As he says, springtime is lovetime – to be in love, to feel like you are in love, to wish you were in love.
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 adoring 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 lovetime
and viva sweet love
Bob Schwartz 