It’s time once again for Late Night Poetry (Our motto: ‘I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead’ Is a Terrible Motto, Let’s All Try To Get More Sleep While Alive).
I love me some e.e. cummings. Yes, his line breaks are a little wackadoo sometimes, but they do capture a spirit of whimsy, and extemporaneous speech, which is tough to imitate in written form.
This poem is so joyous that I tend to read it through quickly a couple times, and not try to understand it with my grownup brain so much as feel buoyant and happy, and about six years old. I hope you will have a similar experience.
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spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
when the world is puddle-wonderful
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and