Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window, into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and

changing everything carefully

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Edward Estlin #Cummings (1894-1962): like a perhaps hand, #Poems - #Gedichte (Ebenhausen 2000), translation by Lars Vollert #poetry #Lyrik
Photo: Spring flowers in my garden