31st of Winter, 516 AV
PLACEHOLDEREnjoy this poem by Edward Estlin Cummings because I was bored of constant Lorem Ipsum placeholders. Happy spring, everybody.
PLACEHOLDEREnjoy this poem by Edward Estlin Cummings because I was bored of constant Lorem Ipsum placeholders. Happy spring, everybody.
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 from 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.
(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 from 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.
