my own, my beautiful, my blossoming

There are a few precious puffs of blossoms left on the trees and so one last blossom quote


now all the fingers of this tree (darling) have

hands, and all the hands have people; and

more each particular person is (my love)

alive than every world can understand

and now you are and i am now and we're

a mystery which will never happen again,

a miracle which has never happened before -

and shining this our now must come to then

our then shall be some darkness during which

fingers are without hands; and i have no 

you;and all the trees are (any more than each

leafless) its silent in forevering snow

-but never fear (my own, my beautiful

my blossoming)for also then's until

e.e. cummings

blossom

Goodbye blossom - hello peonies

Spring is like

The spring onslaught continues with this e.e. Cummings poem.

Spring is like a perhaps hand

(which comes carefully

out of Nowhere) arranging

a window,into which people look (while

people stare

arranging and changing placing

carefully there a strange 

thing and a known thing here) and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps

Hand in a window

(carefully to

and fro moving New and

Old things, while

people stare carefully 

moving a perhaps

fraction of flower here placing 

an inch of air there) and

without breaking anything.

e.e. cummings

springflowers

What is spring like for you?

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

e.e. Cummings

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Oh I so love this poem. It so very nearly made it into our service but we just felt it would be a little unfair to ask someone to read it outloud - that rhythm. I love the line that repeats throughout it.

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)