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?
spring!may--
everywhere's here
(with a low high low
and the bird on the bough)
how?why
--we never we know
(so kiss me)shy sweet eagerly my
most dear
(die!live)
the new is the true
and to lose is to have
--we never we know--
brave!brave
(the earth and the sky
are one today)my very so gay
young love
why?how--
we never we know
(with a high low high
in the may in the spring)
live!die
(forever is now)
and dance you suddenly blossoming tree
--i'll sing
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