(with up so floating many bells down)
Ugh. My back has been achy all week and getting progressively worse. This is not good. I do not want another back spaz. It tends to do that when I'm stressed, though. Also, it really sucks to have a little-old-lady back when you're only 24. D:
Plan for the night: Aleve. Food. Dishes. Bed + heating pad (+ laptop because I do need to get some work done). Also, phone call to mum because mums are awesome for cheering you up.
And let's conclude Poetry Spam Month 2008 with another Cummings:
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anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.
women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes
women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
~ "anyone lived in a pretty how town" by E.E. Cummings
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Oh, how I love that poem. ♥
I am sad that I didn't manage to finish any of my own poems in time for Poetry Month this year. Alas. But I do have a couple promising starts, so hopefully I will defeat the writer's block soon. Writer's block is so unsettling. :(
At any rate, I hope you've enjoyed my selection of poems this year. :)
Plan for the night: Aleve. Food. Dishes. Bed + heating pad (+ laptop because I do need to get some work done). Also, phone call to mum because mums are awesome for cheering you up.
And let's conclude Poetry Spam Month 2008 with another Cummings:
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.
women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes
women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
~ "anyone lived in a pretty how town" by E.E. Cummings
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Oh, how I love that poem. ♥
I am sad that I didn't manage to finish any of my own poems in time for Poetry Month this year. Alas. But I do have a couple promising starts, so hopefully I will defeat the writer's block soon. Writer's block is so unsettling. :(
At any rate, I hope you've enjoyed my selection of poems this year. :)