Thursday, April 5, 2012

Spring, Easter 2012

crabapple tree at the church yard

I think of Easter, the day when loss becomes new life, as the start of spring.  Here is a poem by E.E. Cummings, spring!may--.  The poem reads a lot like a song, don't you think?

everywhere's here
(with a low high low
and the bird on the bough)
--we never we know
(so kiss me)shy sweet eagerly my
most dear

the new is the true
and to lose is to have
--we never we know--
(the earth and the sky
are one today)my very so gay
young love

we never we know
(with a high low high
in the may in the spring)
(forever is now)
and dance you suddenly blossoming tree
--i'll sing

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