Poetry Friday - the little e.e.

I don't know why it is, but every time I think of Spring and poetry together, e. e. cummings comes to mind. So without further ado --



The Greedy The People

the greedy the people
(as if as can yes)
they sell and they buy
and they die for because
though the bell in the steeple
says Why

the chary the wary
(as all as can each)
they don't and they do
and they turn to a which
though the moon in her glory
says Who

the busy the millions
(as you're as can i'm)
they flock and they flee
through a thunder of seem
though the stars in their silence
say Be

the cunning the craven
(as think as can feel)
they when and they how
and they live for until
though the sun in his heaven
says Now

the timid the tender
(as doubt as can trust)
they work and they pray
and they bow to a must
though the earth in her splendor
says May.


Today's Poetry Roundup is being held at Alphabet Soup, hosted by Jama Rattigan