I’ve mentioned here before about how much the poem “in Just-” has wedged itself into my imagination. I feel like posting it today. Every year at about this time, snippets surface right behind my eyes and I feel alright. Rain is falling, flowers blossom, trees are a-blooming, and the world is puddle-wonderful.
in Just-
BY E. E. CUMMINGS
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it’s
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
