METAMORPHOSIS We've plodded through a weird and weary time, Called Winter by the calendar alone; We have beheld an earth pool-deep in slime, Image a heaven of stone. We've found life hid between the folds of mire, Sensed life in every place, heard life in tune. The earth-shell cracks with underneath desire; Spring crawls from [...]
E.E. Cummings | Metamorphosis and Late Poems
