Saturday, March 15, 2008

when the world is mud-lucious...


In Just-

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's
spring
and
the

goat-footed

balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee

-- e. e. cummings

6 comments:

flutter said...

this made me so happy

furiousBall said...

i'm gonna go rake leaves and then laydown in the pile

staceyvee said...

absolutely one of my favorite poems, I think of it every year about this time. Hope your Spring comes early (not that the cold seems to keep your girls in)

christopher said...

I was walking up Sixth avenue when Balloon Man came right up to me
he was round and fat and spherical with the biggest grin I ever seen
he bounced on up toward me but before we could be introduced
he blew up very suddenly I guess his name was probably Bruce
and I laughed like I always do and I cried like I cry for you
and balloon man blew up in my hand

he spattered me with tomatoes, hummus, chickpeas and some strips of skin
so I made a right on 44th and I washed my hands when I got in
and it rained like a slow divorce and I wished I could buy a horse
and balloon man blew up in my hand

I was walking up sixth avenue when balloon man blew up in my face
there were loads of them on Bryant Park so I didn't feel out of place
there must have been a plague of them on the TV when I came home late
They were guzzling marshmallows and jumping off the Empire state
and I laughed like I always do and I cried like I cry for you
and balloon man blew up in my hand, balloon man blew up in my hand

--robyn hitchcock

by Johanna Brandvik said...

happy spring, Bungalogans! love you!

Patti said...

holy smokes, i missed soooo much!