A feeling of hope

justam

This is a poem I like written by E. E. Cummings:

Spring is like a perhaps hand

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window, into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

Ms. Haiku

This poem is full of hope and I felt more joyful as I read it; probably because I focused on Spring is like a perhaps in the last section, as opposed to Spring is like a perhaps hand. I'm not usually that affected by e.e. cummings poems, but this is just right on target in sentiment.