It's high time I started doing some posting again, don't you think? I doubt I have many (if any) readers left, but just for my own personal growth I am going to post again, perhaps. You know, when the mood strikes.
Today, a poem by e.e. cummings:
you shall above all things be glad and young.
For if you're young, whatever life you wear
it will become you; and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think,may god forbid
and(in his mercy)your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge life,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
I love that final couplet. It speaks to me in so many ways. Do you have a favorite poem? A favorite poet? Do you write your own poems from time to time?
