Saturday, August 18, 2012

maggie and milly and molly and may


Rock on. Spring Beach, Orford. July 2012.

Someday. Yes, it might come. Some day. One day. Maybe.

maggie and milly and molly and may, 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 the 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

2 comments:

Dulcina said...

Sounds beautifully, Kris, as if your verses were carried by a sweet tide.
The thought at the end closes the whole poem wonderfully:
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.

Thanks for sharing.
:)

Kris said...

I am long time fan of old e.e...