This is Episode 22 of Poems to Live Well By.

Today's poem is "spring is like a perhaps hand", by ee cummings.

With no titles and no (or strange) punctuation, the poetry of E.E. Cummings (often written as "ee cummings") is often shocking or at least disconcerting when we first encounter it on the page. This can become an obstacle to the enjoyment of the work. 

When read aloud, though, those issues seem to fade away a little.

This is a short poem about spring. 

Maybe it’s premature, in the dark days of early January, but the sun turned with the solstice, and if you’re in the northern hemisphere, and eagle-eyed, you might already be seeing the tiny stretching of the light.

Here, in two sentences that overlap and echo one another, Cummings talks about the things — familiar and less so — that spring always does.

You can read the poem here.

Music Credit:

Once Upon a Time by Alex-Productions | https://onsound.eu/