Metamorphosis (by E.E. Cummings)
Metamorphosis
by E.E. Cummings
[originally published in The Cambridge Review, March 1911]
We've plodded through a weird and weary time,
Called Winter by the calendar alone;
We have beheld an earth pool-deep in slime,
Image a heaven of stone.
We've found life hid between the folds of mire,
Sensed life in every place, heard life in tune.
The earth-shell cracks with underneath desire;
Spring crawls from the cocoon.
Her puny wings vibrant with will to grow,
She clings, expanding like an opening eye;
More large, more able, more developed, lo,
The perfect butterfly.
Posted by Jesus Crisis at 11/7/2009 8:23 AM 
Categories: cummings (e.e.),Poetry,1900s,American
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