hate blows a bubble of despair

- e.e. cummings

hate blows a bubble of despair into
hugeness world system universe and bang
-fear buries a tomorrow under woe
and up comes yesterday most green and young
 
pleasure and pain are merely surfaces
(one itself showing,itself hiding one)
life's only and true value neither is
love makes the little thickness of the coin
 
comes here a man would have from madame death
nevertheless now and without winter spring?
she'll spin that spirit her own fingers with
and give him nothing (if he should not sing)
 
how much more than enough for both of us
darling.  And if i sing you are my voice.

Quote of the Day

Well,
write poetry, for God's sake,
it's the only thing that matters.

- e. e. cummings

Quote of the Day

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars not to dance.

– e e cummings

THERE IS MUCH WISDOM IN MY GARDEN . . . If I Just Slow Down And Listen

in time of daffodils   

by e.e. cummings

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

 (not my garden, unfortunately)

GOOD BAGGAGE

i carry your heart with me
- E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

TWEET, TWEET

This has been a sad week in the world. I know, it really hasn't been that much different than the week before, or the week before that. Maybe that is why it seems so sad. When I was younger, my anger was quick to spark and flash at the injustices and blindness. But now - I just feel sad. There is so much I will never understand. This is not a political forum, so I will simply ask: How can people say they have love for others when they know nothing of compassion, and take delight in their suffering?

Two lines from an e.e. Cummings poem, You Shall Above All Things, have been stuck in my head all week. (Maybe they'll stick in yours.)

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance