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The spring day lasts
visitors Go ahead, ask me a question.
Click the timestamp to go to the full post or source. And read The Ronkville Morning Bugle to keep up on what news is buzzing around our little hamlet today.
The spring day lasts
a little longer
around water
~ Issa
visitors Go ahead, ask me a question.
October 15, 2012
October 14, 2012
"I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness"
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness"
—
E.E. Cummings - born on this day in 1894.
October 14, 2012
happy birthday e.e.
It’s the birthday of poet E.E. Cummings born in Cambridge, Massachusetts (1894).
By the end of the 1950s, he had become the most popular poet in America. He loved performing, and loved the applause, and the last few years of his life were the happiest. He died on September 3, 1962.
In the first edition of his Complete Poems
“The poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople — it’s no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike. […] You and I are human beings; most people are snobs.”
love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
January 1, 2012
53 for 2012
“53” a poem by E. E. Cummings to start off 2012
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
for even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
(Source: writersalmanac.publicradio.org)
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