It's been a crappy week. More layoffs, more massive corporate losses, another stock market nosedive. Clearly what we all need is a good poem. A really good poem.
Here's one by e.e. cummings, a master by any measure:
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
-- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
and death i think is no parenthesis
Guitar Dad |
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