sonnet entitled how to run the world)
A always don't there B being no such thing
for C can't casts no shadow D drink and
E eat of her voice in whose silence the music of spring
lives F feel opens but shuts understand
G gladly forget little having less
with every least each most remembering
H highest fly only the flag that's furled
(sestet entitled grass is flesh or swim
who can and bathe who must or any dream
means more than sleep as more than know means guess)
I item i immaculately owe
dying one life and will my rest to these
children building a rainman out of snow
- ee cummings
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Sunday, March 6, 2011
Monday, November 29, 2010
Who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky-filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky-filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
e. e. Cummings - maggie and milly and molly and may
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
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