Aug 01, 2011 11:32
Request: I'm searching for a poem that was posted here a few weeks ago, but I unfortunately can't remember the name or the poet! It's contemporary and is told from first person. In it the poet mentions peeling an orange, and ends with a line similar to: 'I love you/I'm glad I'm alive.' Very vague, I know, but any help would be appreciated!
Poem:
I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body. I like what it does,
I like its hows. I like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, I like kissing this and that of you,
I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly I like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
- E. E. Cummings
edit: found it!
The Orange
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave-
They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.
- Wendy Cope
-request,
wendy cope,
e.e. cummings