
The Poetry Friday Roundup for March 24 is here! I’m happy to be hosting today and also celebrating the start of spring. For me, spring doesn’t officially start until I revisit one of my favorite E.E.Cummings poems:
[in Just-]
by E.E.Cummings
in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee…
You can read the rest here.
Here in eastern Pennsylvania it doesn’t really look like spring yet, but there are a few signs. In my yard and gardens I noticed activity at the nesting boxes, a few emerging peony shoots, and some early spring flowers – forsythia, daffodils, crocuses, hellebores. This morning I woke to a much needed gentle rain that inspired a poem. I’m also offering one about a hummingbird sculpture that stands in my side garden all year long. Even in the winter, she always reminds me that spring is on the way.


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Thanks for the bouquet of spring poems!! Cummings is my favorite poet so it was lovely to read one of his classics. Loved your poems too — happy to see daffodils mentioned as ours are blooming now. Like the “dipping sipping wishing” in the hummingbird poem. Thanks for hosting this week!!
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Thanks, Jama!
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Thank you, Rose, for this lovely welcome to a new season. It wouldn’t be Spring without Cummings’s delicious mudluscious-ness, would it? Thanks for sharing your own poetic responses, too. South Carolina has been awash in pollen for weeks, and color is popping up everywhere, along with so many varieties of spring green in the leafing trees.
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Sounds lovely!
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You have evoked my memories of spring in New York, from the time I lived there. It always seemed to arrive in such a spectacular explosion of leafy warmth and the emergence of bright blooms. Our spring time onset in Australia is frequently a gradual, almost measured occasion. For me, the contrast was quite amazing. I do understand your eager anticipation, given the great depths of your winters. Your poems tell of your gathering glee. Capelli and Cummings-what a duo to summon spring!
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Thank you for ushering in spring with your post today, Rose. Those thirsty daffodils are brightening my garden!
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How nice to step into spring with your post, Rose. It’s lovely…that refreshing rain and that every hopeful hummingbird. I feel the gentleness.
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Thanks for this lovely spring feeling post Rose! I love rereading the E.E.Cummings poem, it’s filled with such whimsy and delight! I can feel the sigh of “ah” in your SPRING poem, I’m right there with you watching quietly… And that poor humming bird in your fun poem, that never gets a real sip, hope she attracts many of her feathered friends this summer, thanks for hosting and Happy Spring!
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Rose, wow. What a sweet spring poem you shared. I don’t remember reading it before. “Far and wee” is so fun! And I love “puddle-wonderful.” Your sweet spring poem is delicious too. I’m taking with me those daffodils’ “thirsty heads” and your “silent praise.” Thank you for hosting today.
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I love E.E. Cummings’ fantastic word play.
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Mud-luscious!
Your post makes me think about how much I love living in a place (Western New York) that has four distinct seasons. And your robin chirping a gratitude chant is simply delightful. Thank you for hosting and for celebrating this season of new life with all of us.
xo,
Amy
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Thank you, Amy!
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I’m hearing the robins chirp, too, Rose, and tonight, loving your welcome to spring, though we could use a little “mud-luscious” around here! And I love the lilt of your Hummingbird poem, “never dipping, not quite sipping” – perfect! Thanks for hosting!
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Squee for E.E.’s “puddle-wonderful” world! Your spring poems are dandy, Rose. Thank you for hosting. 🙂
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Rose, thank you for sharing your spring treasures. I love your personification of “rain visited the garden” and “daffodils raise their thirsty heads”. I also love how your robin “chirped a chant of gratitude” and your great ending. Your imagery is so vivid that I can see you rejuvenating in your garden. Oh, your poor hummingbird, but I like your clever poem. I haven’t read this poem of EE Cumings before, but I love it with all the child activity, “mud-luscious” and “puddle-wonderful”, which reminds me of playing with my girls, especially jumping in the puddles. Thank you for bringing joy and sharing your inspiration. My garden is still buried, but I have been enjoying cardinals, chickadees, tufted titmice, nuthatches, and even some bluebirds.
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Oh, I hope the bluebirds stay and nest! They are such a joy.
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It’s lovely when spring comes. You’ve captured the beauty in your poems. Thanks for hosting.
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Oh that ever-wishing hummingbird! Lovely, Rose. Thank you! xo
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Thank you for the burst of spring, Rose. I feel bad for the hummingbird!
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I never feel bad for the hummingbird. She is a lesson in persistence! thanks for reading.
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Thank you for sharing your bit of spring, Rose. I loved reading the Cummings poem and enjoyed thinking about that hummingbird, always wishing.
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It’s on its way! Rain, as sad as it might make us, is required. I like your always wishing hummingbird–that could be me! Thanks for hosting, Rose.
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A wonderful way to welcome the new season, Rose! I especially love your hummingbird poem. Thanks for hosting!
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Your spring poems are lovely, Rose, and full of the season’s promise. I’m sharing one by Luci Shaw today that celebrates anticipation of the season. I’m ready for it! 🙂
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Loved Lucy’s poem. Thank you!
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I have always love that e.e. cummings poem! I was born in April so I always felt like he wrote it just for me! And your hummingbird “always wishing” is just like me too! Thank you!
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Rose, thank you for hosting and praising springtime. Yesterday spring said hello with lots of sunshine and very warm temperatures but today she draped the earth in gray with rain. Your hummingbird sculpture is a welcoming one during any season_always wishing is a beautiful ending to that poem. So, I’m off to explore PF’s mud-luscious garden of poetic goodness.
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Rose, thank you so much for hosting and for celebrating spring with three wonderful poems. Yes, daffodils are blooming by my front door, and some hyacinths. It is a hopeful time and I love your poem of praise. A robin hopped right up to my door this morning. Rain here also, a good soaking rain. Hooray.
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Thank you so much for sharing these wonderful poems! Your hummingbird statue poem really resonates.
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Rose, I love your gentle rain poem, and wish we were having that lovely experience too (instead of all these atmospheric rivers).
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Oooh, Rose. That hummingbird! Never sipping, forever dipping and wishing. That is fabulous! Thanks for hosting, too :>)
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Thanks for the hopeful spring poems and for hosting us this week!
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Thank you for hosting. Such a great collection of spring poems!
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Your poems (and your Canva- wink,wink) have me searching for signs of spring here…though I think my daffodils have about 10feet of snow-melt to go. But I like to think of them working hard right now. 🙂
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