4.21.2011

The Not-Quite-Cruelest Month

(although with this icy weather after being taunted by a few spring sunshines, and with being icky-sick for a few days, it sort of feels that way...)

Did you know that April is Poetry month? I meant to post a poem a day. Oops. Here's one by e.e. cummings:

o sweet spontaneous

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

beauty how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

thou answerest

them only with

spring)

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