e. e. cummings ushers in spring with a joyous celebration.
Tag Archives: "Spring"
When the World Is Mud-Luscious
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From the Dark, Cold Grime a Flower Comes
Mary Ann Bernard shows spring coming only with difficulty–but being all the more meaningful because of that.
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Spring’s Triumph over War
In Henry Reed’s “Naming of Parts,” sexual spring wins out over a bureaucratic drill sergeant.
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When the World Is Puddle Wonderful
It was raining yesterday in Pittsburgh on the first day of spring, bringing to mind one of the great poems about the season.
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A Light Exists in Spring
Emily Dickinson captures magical light of spring–and its transience.
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The Erotic Call of the Pear Tree
Zora Neale Hurston has one of the most erotic descriptions of a blossoming tree that you will find anywhere.
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It’s Spring and the Balloon Man Whistles
Here’s a delightful e.e. cummings poem to celebrate the first day of spring.
Such Singing in the Wild Branches
On a beautiful spring morning when she is startled by birdsong, Mary Oliver describes a merging with nature where she “began to understand what the bird was saying.”
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Rough Winds Do Shake the Buds of March
Crazy weather swings have been messing with our spring flowers, bringing to mind Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18.
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