in Just-spring

How could you leave out that photo of the quintessential rite of spring, American style?

In the spring a person's fancy
Lightly turns to bat and glove--

in other words, PLAY BALL!

Posted by Connecticut Yankee at March 23, 2009 1:16 PM

Oh..... all..... right!

Posted by vanderleun at March 23, 2009 1:30 PM

Thank you, from a lifelong Phillies fan (I'm a Pennsylvania transplant in CT). The 2008 World Series-- priceless!

Posted by Connecticut Yankee at March 23, 2009 3:34 PM

Perfect. Wonderful.

Did you fetch that calf?

Posted by Cathy at March 23, 2009 5:34 PM

I love that poem. I blogged two of Cummings' other Spring poems six years ago on the first day of Spring (along with poems by others).

A Spring Bouquet of Poetry

Posted by ELC at March 24, 2009 11:24 AM

ee cummings and Robert Frost in the same post?

*swoon*

Just lovely. A perfect smile for the end of my day. Life really is good.

Posted by Joan of Argghh! at March 24, 2009 5:50 PM