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August 31, 2006
A Poem by e.e. cummings
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
-- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
Posted by adrienne at August 31, 2006 12:37 AM
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The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
Posted by: Cathy at August 30, 2006 10:44 PM
BTW, I just googled Chuck at "Chuck Scroger, king of everything" and found him. : )
Jennifer Scarpulla, queen of everything
JJ Scarpulla, queen of everything
JJ Scroger, queen of everything
Jennifer Scroger, queen of everything
There...that should pretty much cover everything with *my* new Google search!
Posted by: JJ at August 31, 2006 07:11 AM
Adrienne, a beautiful poem for a very sad day. Thinking of you today and wishing you nothing but happiness, which you so richly deserve.....
Posted by: Bri's Mom at August 31, 2006 11:24 AM
When you read "The Red Wheelbarrow" do you imagine a new wheelbarrow or an old one?
Posted by: chuck at August 31, 2006 12:55 PM
An old one, but when we got our house and needed a wheelbarrow, I insisted that it must be a red one. I have a photo I'll have to post.
Posted by: adrienne at August 31, 2006 01:20 PM
Definately old. How could anything depend upon a new wheel barrow?
Chuck, check your hotmail account.
Posted by: Jeffrey Lee at August 31, 2006 03:47 PM
I see a new one, but I have always known that makes no sense for exactly the reason Jeffrey mentioned.
Posted by: chuck at August 31, 2006 04:49 PM
Thought of you throughout the day. Both.
Neither equipment or grammar came to this unpoetic mind. Just literal love.
Posted by: Nina at August 31, 2006 06:02 PM
Thanks. :)
Posted by: adrienne at August 31, 2006 06:21 PM
I think I love poetry because I don't always get it. I agree it must be an old wheel barrow.
Posted by: tonderdo at September 1, 2006 11:17 AM