In Spring

in

Spring comes)no-
one
asks his name)

a mender of things

with eager
fingers(with
patient eyes)re

-new-

ing remaking what
other
-wise we should
have thrown a-

way)and whose

brook
-bright flower-
soft bird
-quick voice loves
children
and sunlight and

mountains)in april(but
if he should
Smile)comes

nobody’ll know


~ e. e. cummings