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They’re here

March 8, 2010

They’ve arrived! Those first few days that are technically still under the control of evil Winter where it gets briefly above 50 degrees and you throw on flip flops and sunglasses and pretend it’s really mid-June and not early March.

The breeze is still freezing cold but the sun feels so, so warm that you close your eyes and stick your face in it and pretend you aren’t totally uncomfortable in your short sleeved shirt because omg it’s 60 degrees out today and 60 is just as warm as 65 which is totally like 70 which feels like 75 and I might as well be in Bermuda shorts and a tank top right now it’s so freaking gorge out. You pass resilient daffodils whose green stalks are pushing up through the patches of snow still on the ground in their sweet determination to make people happy.

Then you sit outside with your skin exposed and in the sun, reading Glamour and worrying that your skin is so pale that if a US military copter flies over you they will think you are some sort of national security threat with the amount of light you’re reflecting back into the atmosphere, hoping to please get some color on your freaky-white self, even if it’s pink. Especially if it’s pink.

Then you remember the sun could not be less strong right now and that you might as well be sitting under your office lights this time of the year and hoping for some melanin production. Either way, it’s vitamin D, it feels warm, and it reminds you that better, brighter, happier spring-like days are ahead.

This time of year reminds me of the poetry of one of my favorite poets, e. e. cummings.

I’m pretty obsessed with his poetry; enjoy his poems here. I read them often.

Some of his most beautiful involve Spring, always capitalized. Always lovely and always heartbreaking, somehow.

in time of daffodils
in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me


Spring is like perhaps a hand
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 fro 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.

And, my favorite of all:
because it’s
because it’s
Spring
thingS

dare to do people

(& not
the other way

round)because it

‘s A
pril

Lives lead their own

persons(in
stead

of everybodyelse’s)but

what’s wholly
marvellous my

Darling

is that you &
i are more than you

& i(be

ca
us

e It’s we)

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. March 8, 2010 3:00 pm

    I love this post,
    Happy Monday!

  2. Erin / Janger permalink
    March 9, 2010 11:52 am

    I love e.e. cummings – expect to hear some at the wedding! My favorite spring one is —

    “sweet spring is your
    time is my time is our
    time for springtime is lovetime
    and viva sweet love”

    (all the merrily 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 adoringly 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”

  3. March 9, 2010 2:36 pm

    really good to see all this – thanks

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