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e. e. cummings “O sweet spontaneous”

iman published on April 8, 2010 in art. 3 Comments Tags: , .

Good evening SuperForest!

I’ve spent a large portion of the past few days working on a take-home test for my english class and although the work is a bit of a pain (we have to make AND take our own test), I have read quite a lot of  amazing poetry! Of the pieces I’ve read, E.E. Cummings’ “O sweet spontaneous” happens to be my favorite. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do.

O sweet spontaneous

o sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

beauty . how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

thou answerest

them only with

spring)

Have a great weekend, folks!

iman.

An Inspiring Quote…

jordan published on May 22, 2009 in art and celebrity. 2 Comments Tags: , , , , .

While working on my Found Poetry post, I found this amazing quote from e e cummings:

Found Poetry Friday: somewhere i have never travelled

jordan published on May 22, 2009 in art and celebrity. 1 Comment Tags: , , , .

On the 2nd and 4th Friday of every month SuperForester Jordan “rediscovers” a literary gem from the vast treasure trove of an art form that, in our technological age, has become largely under-appreciated and “lost”.

This month of May is a crazy one, since there are actually 5 Fridays instead of the usually 4.  Which means Found Poetry Friday will be coming at you again next week as well.  Which is perfect because it gives me one more poem to capture this month’s theme of LOVE.

We started two weeks ago with Pablo Neruda’s Sonetos de Amor.  This week I bring the sweet and simple beauty of e e cummings: “somewhere i have never travelled”

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond 
any experience, your eyes have their silence: 
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, 
or which i cannot touch because they are too near 

your slightest look easily will unclose me 
though i have closed myself as fingers, 
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens 
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose 

or if your wish be to close me, i and 
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, 
as when the heart of this flower imagines 
the snow carefully everywhere descending; 

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals 
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture 
compels me with the colour of its countries, 
rendering death and forever with each breathing 

(i do not know what it is about you that closes 
and opens; only something in me understands 
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) 
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands 

e. e. cummings