(after XXXIV by ee cummings)
love may be there,as time is to living
(living means love eating, imagine it)
standing smiling, beaming -- love's loose giving
one yes day to remember(against)
green leaf house happiness backdrop in spring:
before death you dealt, dad, we had a day
(reality is a grinding thing
and you needn't essaying obey)
when gladly i in other aperçu
(doubt's never submission to love success)
of ee or a devotee -- a one who
adores syllables -- never love obsessed
ever bowled over no matter willing
ending's bettering younger guesses possessed.
— joystjohn
love may be there,as time is to living
(living means love eating, imagine it)
standing smiling, beaming -- love's loose giving
one yes day to remember(against)
green leaf house happiness backdrop in spring:
before death you dealt, dad, we had a day
(reality is a grinding thing
and you needn't essaying obey)
when gladly i in other aperçu
(doubt's never submission to love success)
of ee or a devotee -- a one who
adores syllables -- never love obsessed
ever bowled over no matter willing
ending's bettering younger guesses possessed.
— joystjohn
Nice!
ReplyDeleteOne reading so far. But do not understand. The syntax is confusing me mightily. Even more than ee.
ReplyDelete("Living means love eating, imagine it) So so good.
ReplyDeleteOK, I get a feeling, or several feelings, from it. Mostly positive (giant category, that). Despite "death" being in there. The whole poem is surprising. I gotta say it's a bit more friendly to MY kind of mind than ee's, which I have sitting right next to it in a text file. His reads more like MATH. (Macoff, as above)
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