Thursday, September 6, 2012

Living Inside an E. E. Cummings Poem



"Yes," my mother said when I asked her if I should flip the switch on her coffee pot. I was already paying homage to my little single cup machine when she scuffed around the corner in her flowered pajamas. "Wheeeeeee," she said as I lifted the silver toggle on her coffee maker.

That enthusiastic exclamation made me think of E. E. Cummings.

Here are two of his poems  for your reading enjoyment:

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)




[in Just-]

BY E. E. CUMMINGS
in Just-
spring          when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman


whistles          far          and wee


and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring


when the world is puddle-wonderful


the queer
old balloonman whistles
far          and             wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing


from hop-scotch and jump-rope and


it's
spring
and


         the


                  goat-footed


balloonMan          whistles
far
and
wee



The olives from the previous evening's martini are another thing to look forward to in the morning. Wheeeeeeee.

6 comments:

Pauline Gaines said...

I like your kitchen. I'd like to come over and have you make me a cup of coffee. I take two sugars and a splash of half and half.

Teresa Evangeline said...

Wheeeeee! I enjoyed this post. The previous one, too.

Suz said...

oh dear
you have such a good attitude
...I should know..I spent the day on a bus loaded with seniors going on a field trip to a cemetary#>%#>>!!
no olives
...but we love our mothers, don't we?

Elizabeth said...

Why have I not visited you, yet? Now, I can't decide between morning time with coffee or evening time with martinis.

Steph(anie) said...

Would it be wrong to eat those olives with breakfast? I would be tempted.

Alberta Art Classes said...

I love the enamel! Xo