Here’s to Blithesome May (and e. e. cummings)

Its the last day of National Poetry Month and Ive been celebrating with poetry old ( nineteenth-century poets ) and new ( Kwame Dawes , Eileen Myles , and M. L. Smoker to name a few). Im also still thinking about the sometimes-tangled prosody of e. e. cummings whose Collected Poems dominated most of my 2019 in Verse. Today, I thought Id say goodbye to April (you cruellest of months) and bid Hello to what the poet calls blithesome May in an excerpt from one of his earlier, more-accessible poems.

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