Thursday, April 22, 2004

Poetry Fridays and Cat Blogging if Beauregard Wakes Up in Time

e.e. cummings. #54 of 100 selected poems.

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 lies, the foetal grave
called progress, and negation's dead undoom.

I'd rather I learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance