by e. e. cummings

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.

Copyright 1923, 1925, 1951, 1953, © 1991 by the Trustees for the E. E. Cummings Trust.

Copyright © 1976 by George J. Firmage. From The Complete Poems: 1904-1962 by E. E. Cummings, Edited by George J. Firmage.

My semester in grad school is over, at least for the next two weeks, and by the time summer semester starts I’ll be finished teaching until August. 

I’ve been (slowly but surely) working on remodeling my living room, and a friend from Oklahoma (whom I haven’t seen since October) is coming for an extended visit at the end of the month. 

I’ll be spending half a week in Myrtle Beach come the end of May, and one of my best friends is getting married on the 27th, right before an in-the-works trip we’ve planned to the new aquarium in Atlanta on Memorial Day.

Oh, and in addition to taking a full time X 2 courseload this summer (five classes instead of just two), I’m also getting a season pass to a local pool so I can swim between classes and soak up some sun while I study.

Busy + happy = aome!