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:
this made me so happy
i'm gonna go rake leaves and then laydown in the pile
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)
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
happy spring, Bungalogans! love you!
holy smokes, i missed soooo much!
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