Saturday, April 13, 2013

Happy Poetry Month!

April is National Poetry Month!

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?