Saturday, March 24, 2012

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
― ee cummings.

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