{ as soon as you've rearranged the mess in your head. }

[delga]

As ever, when I don't have the time to post properly, I post poetry. Am on a cummings kick this week.

--

Spring is like a perhaps hand
by e. e. cummings

         III

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.

--

The Mother and I are off to Leicester to (a) have my blouses re-fitted and (b) buy bangles/shoes. Smashing! (Whilst sari shopping can be massively exhausting, bangle-shopping is really too much fun.) Photos later, natch.

Comments

[daygloparker.livejournal.com]

I, for one, approve of your cummings kick :))))

changing everything carefully

That is such a succinct and honest description of spring: everything comes up green and new, eeeevvvveeeeeeeeer so slowly, until one day you sit back and it hits you, HOLY CRAP IT'S NO LONGER WINTER. And you wonder when it actually started.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

It's such a sharp and succint metaphor, too. cummings = genius, naturally.