when faces called flowers float out of the ground <br />and breathing is wishing and wishing is having- <br />but keeping is downward and doubting and never <br />-it's april(yes,april;my darling)it's spring! <br />yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly <br />yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be <br />(yes the mountains are dancing together) <br /> <br />when every leaf opens without any sound <br />and wishing is having and having is giving- <br />but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense <br />-alive;we're alive,dear:it's(kiss me now)spring! <br />now the pretty birds hover so she and so he <br />now the little fish quiver so you and so i <br />(now the mountains are dancing, the mountains) <br /> <br />when more than was lost has been found has been found <br />and having is giving and giving is living- <br />but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing <br />-it's spring(all our night becomes day)o,it's spring! <br />all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky <br />all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea <br />(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-faces-called-flowers-float-out-of-the-groun/
