Taintless Air

The Sawtooth mountains, miles away and snow covered to their base, have been so clearly visible the last few days.  The moon, also, has seemed especially intense.  I went looking through my journals for moon related writing and came across this piece by Cummings, which, although I posted it a few years ago on this blog,  I am going to recycle:

who knows if the moon’s
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky–filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where

Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves

— e.e. cummings —

Poetry is meant to be revisited.

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