e.e. cummings (1894 – 1962) is one of my favorite American poets. His writing style is exquisitely unique and intriguing.
There is one poem of his that speaks to me in particular, and while it is hard to choose a favorite poem, this one is definitely at the top of my list.These words always brings me dreamy feelings of the glorious hope and renewal of spring, no matter what the season. I especially love loosing myself in the imagery of the last verse.
Enjoy! And I hope you fall in love with these fantastical words as much as I have. . .
who knows if the moon’s
a balloon, coming out of a keen city
in the sky-filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited, where
Spring) and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves
War rages on in Afghanistan, beautiful communities of kind people with passionate hearts can be found. These people are like any other—they want to be acknowledged and for their voices to be heard and not be taken for granted. They do not want pity—they want change. They do not want war—they want peace. They crave good education—sadly, this is not a given. But, I am getting ahead of myself. . .
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Make a wish
Blow a kiss
A jasmine breeze
A rose with morning dew
A baby birthed anew
Azure Blue skies
A great book on a sunny shore
A shady hammock; a little snore
Clouds that are lofty
A crinoline skirt
The wink of a flirt
Honey in tea
Just you and me
~ Laura Kutney