a pretty a day - e. e. cummings poem with candid boston street photography

The poet e. e. cummings

was born and grew up just across the Charles River from here. I find it inspiring to consider he walked these same streets and parks, and was likely inspired by the same scenery.

The words that follow are from e. e. cummings. The images are mine.

a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)

o yes to flower
until so blithe
a doer a wooer
some limber and lithe
some very fine mower
a tall;tall

some jerry so very
(and nellie and fan)
some handsomest harry
(and sally and nan
they tremble and cower
so pale:pale)

for betty was born
to never say nay
but lucy could learn
and lily could pray
and fewer were shyer
than doll. doll

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