Sunday, March 16, 2008

Poets' Corner

spring

...the harps of spring
are in the air
the blackbird
sings
i do not care a darn if school
keeps in
or not
the jonquil says
all work is rot
the pollywog
has hours to spare

let us rejoice
and from us tear
in glee
our winter
underwear
and let us
dance
and let us
swat
the harps of spring....

excerpted from spring, the lives and times of archy and mehitabel, by don marquis, doubleday doran & co. inc, garden city, new york, 1935

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