Tag Archives: E.E. Cummings

better fates 

: thenlaugh, leaning back in my armsfor life’s not a paragraph–E. E. Cummings, since feeling is first  :: if we put parentheses around the dactyls and the trochees, can we        (pretty please) allow the dragons out to play?  i’ve made hibiscus tea(it’s excellent medicine, too) especially … Continue reading

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anyone’s any was all to her

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart:  when you sing in your whisky voice when the world is mud-luscious, the little bird by snow and stir by stillwhen the world is puddle-wonderful he sang his didn’t he danced his did. … Continue reading

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always ever pondering the sky 

(A Golden Shovel after “the trick of finding what you didn’t lose,” by E.E. Cummings)  :: see, the thing that makes us tick; the trick is knowing what you’re made of and then findingwhat you never had, whatmaybe the lonely moon only … Continue reading

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lady i swear by all flowers

he keeps doing that.  all of you, really. swearing by us, calling us by any other names. (not so sweet.)  some of us are seeing red. some of us are feeling blue. (like i said, sugar, not so sweet.)  and you?  seriously. get a … Continue reading

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love poem

.. this poem is that red, red rose that summer’s day the craving of mouth, voice, hair ………….(silent and staring) those cloudless climes and starry skies …………………….(dying, disappearing.) more thicker than forget, it’s counting the ways those moments of glad … Continue reading

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pretty how towns

we find ourselves (insideout, downside -up), in those places where anyone might call us (sunmoonstarsrain) crazy. tomorrow’s hazy, is it not? we’re daisy-chained, wind-caught, so why not? let’s hitch up our horses our heels our frowns , and take that … Continue reading

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Patter

{for the rain, with its ‘such small hands’}   .. It matters what we said between these droplets, before the storm before that violent sky cracked open before the thunder stole our voice. We held pools, lakes, oceans in hesitant … Continue reading

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Dandelion Kites in the Storm

let all go – the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things – let all go dear so comes love – E.E. Cummings .. There’s a little girl twirling in the park over there; see her? … Continue reading

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aubade for all things fading, strong 

{fare thee well, april} Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. – Semisonic, Closing Time   a smoothness which sings,saying (though love be a day) do not fear,we will go amaying. – E.E. Cummings   .. April bends, … Continue reading

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{I’ve also planted a tiny poem in my left aortic valve.}

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s … Continue reading

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