POETRY THURSDAY
I have always been partial to e.e. cummings although I know he tends to engender either shining adoration or pure-black hatred in people. It seems to me that his poems express joy better than nearly anyones. Joy in living, joy in love, joy in language. I bet he bounced in his seat when he finished writing one. I sometimes bounce in my seat when I finish reading one. Like this one, for example. 🙂 you shall above all things be glad and young by e.e. cummings you shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever...