house of happy

Life adventures in prose and verse. Explorations of places, people and words. Stories and fun.

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

44 days, 6

Says e.e. cummings about the land I'm looking at, outside:

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
, 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)

1 Comments:

At 9 March 2012 at 17:11 , OpenID findingtimetowrite said...

Glad you get a chance to stop every now and then from your housebuilding labours and admire the flowers. Love your blog!

 

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