O sweet spontaneous earth

e e cummings wrote many Spring poems.  This one is not the most well-known, but I love it because it's a love song to earth, to, as Hopkins said the "deepest freshness deep down things."

O sweet spontaneous

earth how often have

the

doting

          fingers of

prurient philosophers pinched

and

poked

thee

,has the naughty thumb

of science prodded

thy

      beauty      .how

oftn have religions taken

thee upon their scraggy knees

squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive

gods

        (but

true

to the incomparable

couch of death thy

rhythmic

lover

          thou answerest

them only with

                        spring)

 

 

e.e. cummings