E. E. Cummings

Spring Omnipotent Goddess Thou

spring omnipotent goddess Thou dost stuff parks with overgrown pimply chevaliers and gumchewing giggly damosels Thou dost persuade to serenade his lady the musical tom-cat Thou dost inveigle into crossing sidewalks the unwary june-bug and the frivolous angleworm Thou dost hang canary birds in parlour windows Spring slattern of seasons you have soggy legs and a muddy petticoat drowsy is your hair your eyes are sticky with dream and you have a sloppy body from being brought to bed of crocuses when you sing in your whisky voice the grass rises on the head of the earth and all the trees are put on edge spring of the excellent jostle of thy hips and the superior

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