Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Untitled - e. e. cummings

"think of it: not so long ago
this was a village"
"yes; i know"

"of human beings who prayed and sang,
or am i wrong?"
"no, you're not wrong"

"and worked like hell six days out of seven"
"to die as they lived: in the hope of heaven"

"didn't two roads meet here?"
"they did;
and over yonder a schoolhouse stood"

"do i remember a girl with blue-
sky eyes and sun-yellow hair?"
"do you?"

"absolutely"
"that's very odd,
for i've never forgotten one frecklefaced lad'

"what could have happened to her and him?"
"maybe they walked and called it a dream"

"in this dream were there green and gold
meadows?"
"through which a lazy brook strolled"

"wonder if clover still smells that way;
up in the mow"
"full of newmown hay"

"and the shadows and sounds and silences"
"Yes, a barn could be a magical place"

"nothing's the same, is it?"
"something still
remains, my friend, and always will"

"namely?"
"if any woman knows,
one man in a million ought to guess"

"what of the dreams that never die?"
"turn to your left at the end of the sky"

"where are the girls whose breasts begin?"
"under the boys who fish with a pin"

- e. e. cummings

1 Comments:

At 10:39 AM, Anonymous J. Luke Huber said...

This one moves me to tears; a conversation of the parents inside the child. Perhaps there moment was less than perfect all those years ago, and what now remains? Me. I am as less than perfect as the moment that created me.

 

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