e.e. cummings – Spring is like a perhaps hand

Listen to the poem here:



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

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
( carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there )and

without breaking anything.