It’s April, which means National Poetry Month, which means it’s time for me to share another poem by my favorite poet, ee cummings.  I love cummings all year round, of course, but never more than in spring, when dark nights, burgeoning flowers and silvery slivers of moon seem all designed to be enjoyed to the tune of wild and sweet words.  So this April, I’ve found for you…

O sweet spontaneous

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

the
has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

beauty .
how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

thou answerest

them only with

spring)

Happy National Poetry Month!

Psst – if you like ee cummings, I’ve shared more of his poems here:

if everything happens that can’t be done
i am a little church
little tree
love is more thicker than forget
i carry your heart
spring is like a perhaps hand