Spring is like a perhaps hand
In honor of World Poetry Day, here’s a poem that I read over and over again when I was in high school, and haven’t read in decades. What a great joy to come back to it and feel the same sense of amazement and wonder reading it now as I did then.
Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(…
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