- So spring is here, the weather is lovely, and all I want to do is wander about outdoors and stare at blossom-laden trees. Here's a whimsical poem in honor of spring by ee cummings. He seems never to have taken himself or his art too seriously but remains an excellent poet all the same -- perhaps all the more.
- Bonus points to anyone who can identify the little lame balloonman.
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