National Poetry Month - twofer!
I have been informed all over my friends list that April is National Poetry Month, and that it is customary to celebrate by posting a poem a day. I'm already late, though this should not surprise you if you know me at all.
In any event, this means that I'm posting yesterday's poem-of-the-day along with today's. Subsequent days should be a little more in line with the Rules. ;c)
We begin with a love poem by e.e. cummings, and an anti-love poem by Dorothy Parker, which I had the good fortune to be able to quote on my pragmatics qualifying exam. 'Cause Dorothy Parker is just that cool.
As we lie side by side
My little breasts become two sharp delightful strutting towers
And I shove hotly the lovingness of my belly against you
Your arms are young;
Your arms will convince me, in the complete silence speaking
Upon my body
Their ultimate slender language.
Do not laugh at my thighs.
There is between my big legs a crisp city.
When you touch me it is Spring in the city;
The streets beautifully writhe,
It is for you; do not frighten them,
All the houses terribly tighten upon your coming;
And they are glad
As you fill the streets of my city with children.
My love you are a bright mountain which feels.
You are a keen mountain and an eager island
Whose lively slopes are based always in the me which is shrugging,
Which is under you and around you and forever:
I am the hugging sea.
O mountain you cannot escape me
Your roots are anchored in my silence;
Therefore O mountain
Skillfully murder my breasts, still and always
I will hug you solemnly into me.
- e. e. cummings
Comment
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.
- Dorothy Parker
In any event, this means that I'm posting yesterday's poem-of-the-day along with today's. Subsequent days should be a little more in line with the Rules. ;c)
We begin with a love poem by e.e. cummings, and an anti-love poem by Dorothy Parker, which I had the good fortune to be able to quote on my pragmatics qualifying exam. 'Cause Dorothy Parker is just that cool.
As we lie side by side
My little breasts become two sharp delightful strutting towers
And I shove hotly the lovingness of my belly against you
Your arms are young;
Your arms will convince me, in the complete silence speaking
Upon my body
Their ultimate slender language.
Do not laugh at my thighs.
There is between my big legs a crisp city.
When you touch me it is Spring in the city;
The streets beautifully writhe,
It is for you; do not frighten them,
All the houses terribly tighten upon your coming;
And they are glad
As you fill the streets of my city with children.
My love you are a bright mountain which feels.
You are a keen mountain and an eager island
Whose lively slopes are based always in the me which is shrugging,
Which is under you and around you and forever:
I am the hugging sea.
O mountain you cannot escape me
Your roots are anchored in my silence;
Therefore O mountain
Skillfully murder my breasts, still and always
I will hug you solemnly into me.
- e. e. cummings
Comment
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.
- Dorothy Parker