Thursday, September 9, 2010

anyone lived in a pretty how town

Hi there, little friends.

I've been contemplating the universe and poetry lately, and as for the universe I'm still mystified, but for poetry: I've got the love. (Florence + The Machine might be the greatest band ever, yeah?)

Lately it's been running through my mind, catching my eyes, and I like the taste of it. It's a bit like singing when you read a good poem out loud, isn't it? I like it. The music, but there's none. A staff of twenty-six notes and complex chords like "hush" and "wasn't it lovely?" and "je t'aime". Words are just little songs.

I was going to make a nice little list my favorite poets, but it was really not "little" at all and I got stressed out and deleted it. I'm sorry.

That's not the point, anyway. The point of this post was so that I could show you this superlovelyawesomesadhappy? poem by one of my top 5 poets, E.E. Cummings. So brilliant. I always feel a bit sad that I wasn't the one to write his stuff. So jealous.

"anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.

Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that no one loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and no one stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
no one and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain "

-e.e. cummings

What a treasure, no? Go read it again. I like it when no one kisses his face. I think I'll share poetry more often. Heaven knows I have enough of it clogging up my hard drive. Maybe I'll even post a little of my own, if it isn't too embarrassing. I don't know. What would you think of it?

summer autumn winter spring. -Avery Jalaine

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