Wednesday, October 12, 2011

maggie and milly and molly and may
by E. E. Cummings


maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea


james said...

i never tire of him, and never cease to wonder at the magic, the innocence, the ribaldry, the music, and his own constant amazement. thanks for this, maggie.

Maggie said...

I never tire of him either, jim. I gave my youngest son my collected works, so I guess I'll need to get another as he is now is smitten with his work--I love that so much!

"nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands." write a line like that!

Glad you enjoyed this