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a clown's smirk in the skull of a baboon
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a clown's smirk in the skull of a baboon
(where once good lips stalked or eyes firmly stirred)
my mirror gives me,on this afternoon;
i am a shape that can but eat and turd
ere with the dirt death shall him vastly gird,
a coward waiting clumsily to cease
whom every perfect thing meanwhile doth miss;
a hand's impression in an empty glove,
a soon forgotten tune,a house for lease.
I have never loved you dear as now i love
behold this fool who,in the month of June,
having certain stars and planets heard,
rose very slowly in a tight balloon
until the smallening world became absurd;
him did an archer spy(whose aim had erred
never)and by that little trick or this
he shot the aeronaut down,into the abyss
-and wonderfully i fell through the green groove
of twilight,striking into many a piece.
I have never loved you dear as now i love
god's terrible face,brighter than a spoon,
collects the image of one fatal word;
so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon)
resembles something that has not occurred:
i am a birdcage without any bird,
a collar looking for a dog,a kiss
without lips;a prayer lacking any knees
but something beats within my shirt to prove
he is undead who,living,noone is.
I have never loved you dear as now i love.
Hell(by most humble me which shall increase)
open thy fire!for i have had some bliss
of one small lady upon earth above;
to whom i cry,remembering her face,
i have never loved you dear as now i love
ee cummings
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Danil Ihnenopoulos (9/26/2007 12:39:00 PM)
By far my favorite poem from cummings. It's at once exoteric and esoteric. I enjoy it more every time I read it. The descriptive visuals get me every time: smallening world became absurd.....amazing |
E Harris (7/25/2007 3:24:00 PM)
Amazing love poem...full of regret and yet stillpleading hope....
Totally off the mark, but do these lines:
a clown's smirk in the skull of a baboon
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i am a shape that can but eat and turd
ere with the dirt death shall him vastly gird,
a coward waiting clumsily to cease
conjure up for anyone else our world's collective nightmare, Dubya, the way they do for me? ?
The world's his mirror but his head always has been and always will be too far up his ass to see!
May need to use the title for my onedaytobe Bushit blog-I GOT 1st DIBs on it, everyone.
Sorry for the rant but my head' s been explod'n nonstop since election night 2000-what a long, strange sadsadsadsad trip it's been.... |
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