Norman Friedman started Spring. M now is the editor of Spring. E.E. Cummings wrote this ever-lifting poem about Spring:
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
(Complete Poems 27)
We still have, in our neighborhood, an ice cream truck that comes around. The ice cream man who dishes out our ice cream cones is almost always happy-looking and humming to the tune from his little truck. Or else we are so glad to see him again after the long winter, we see him happy and humming. E.E. must have had a balloon vendor come around each spring to his boyhood neighborhood of Cambridge Massachusetts.
Norman Friedman has given friends and friends of poetry exceedingly many treats: thankstohim.
My given name, Jane, combines with my other name, Ai-jen, to make Ai-Jane here for this blog. I am a painter living in the Midwest, more west than east, more north than south, and beautiful, and having, still, some wild places.
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