Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Poetry Wednesday

the dory is tame:

we cornered it months ago in the shallows
where the pink jellies are
and the little boat, become desperate
slid gently against those floaters
who burst open on the keel

it put up a great struggle
before it crumbled into theSea.

annnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

I have found what you are like
by e.e. cummings

i have found what you are like
the rain,
    (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust of sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light
                          with thinned
newfragile yellows
                  lurch and press
  -in the woods
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly )almost,
             your kiss

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