Sunday, October 15, 2006

Random Flickr Blogging (5854)

Originally uploaded by Paul Watson.
saturday would have been
the 112 birthday of e.e.cummings
therefore i present with this
this poem of his

if i have made,my lady,intricate
imperfect various things chiefly which wrong
your eyes(frailer than most deep dreams are frail)
songs less firm than your body's whitest song
upon my mind-if i have failed to snare
the glance too shy-if through my singing slips
the very skillful strangeness of your smile
the keen primeval silence of your hair

-let the world say "his most wise music stole
nothing from death"-
you only will create
(who are so perfectly alive)my shame:
lady through whose profound and fragile lips
the sweet small clumsy feet of April came

into the ragged meadow of my soul.


Anonymous Mike said...

That's nice, Minstrel.

11:31 AM  
Blogger Marked Hoosier said...

Bravo. Encore Encore!

11:49 AM  
Anonymous spyderkl said...

That was beautiful. Lovely poem and lovely girl.

1:56 PM  
Blogger Tom Hilton said...


8:58 PM  
Blogger Nobody in Particular said...

Thanks, MB. I needed that.

2:23 AM  

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