Sweet spring has sprung...and then sprung back

It was in the 80s last week. The next few days the highs will be in the mid-40s and the lows in the 20s and 30s. Curse you, fickle spring!!

However, since it IS spring, I'd like to share one of my favorite spring poems. I discovered e e cummings ages ago, back when I was writing bad angsty woe-is-me teenage poetry (a habit I thankfully dropped, in no small part because I discovered good poets like cummings, Countee Cullen, John Donne and others). I fell in love with his work because of its creativity, its liveliness and loveliness, the way he plays with words and language. No matter the subject, there's always an undercurrent of joy; reading this one aloud you naturally fall into a cadence almost like singing.

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
    e e cummings

Also, third and last call for free books! You don't even have to pay shipping, that's how much I want to find good homes for them. (No, none of them look like the books in the icon, and yes, you have to provide your own beverage.)