One of my favorite poems is "In Just-spring..." by e.e. cummings, which ends: it's spring and the goat-footed baloon/Man whistles far and wee High-school footnotes connected "goat-footed" with the Pan of Greek mythology. But for so spontaneous, so immediate a poem, that felt like a stretch. Having recently seen Woody Allen's new flick "Midnight in Paris" (great fun), I read several books about Americans in Paris [...]
