poem by eecummings

Jan 28, 2009 14:30


perished have safe small
facts of hilltop
(barn house wellsweep
forest & clearing)

gone are enormous
near far silent
truths of mountain
(strolling is there here

everywhere fairyair
feelable heavenless
warm sweet mistfully
whispering rainlife)

infinite also
ourselves exist sans
shallbe or was
(laws clocks fears hopes

beliefs compulsions
doubts ( Read more... )

eecummings, poetry

Leave a comment

Comments 1

peachkabob January 28 2009, 21:30:46 UTC
Oh my gosh, this is really funny Raph, 'cause I just checked my friends page and was reading this, and thought, "wow, I LOVE that poem! It's awesome and so sad" but I don't know if I've ever read it before! And I know you must have just posted it, and I just read it, since I checked pretty recently and you hadn't posted it yet.
So, thanks :).
My parents still ask about you sometimes, and also, I saw Megan in the campus coffee shop the other day and wanted to say hi and isn't it funny that I just realized you're cousins with Raphaelle, but she was deep in conversation so I did not interrupt. But, truly, I really miss you Raph! I think we need to make sure to see each other whenever we are both in the MD area... <3<3<3

Reply


Leave a comment

Up