Monday, September 13, 2004

Free Form, or An Ode To Estlin, or E.E. Cummings Homage/Rip-off/Tribute

thisis )anode( a Song for

every little breeze
--going through the trees

& mi fyckle frend;;
the ottum wynd ~~~~~~~~~~~ flyng
leevs throo yur heyr
may king & mick sing
evry thing to get her
sophly wisprs ( ( ( { ( ( (
) ) ) } ) ) ) just kiss her

i'm sorry I'M AN A
MALG
A-----MATION]
an amorphous manifestation--

a magnificent
moaning
mess.

So good night to you,
I will see you soon,
In verse and in rhyme,
In five syll'ble time,
When I am ready,
To better be me.

To Speak like Shakespeare and Feel like Young Love.
To let Autumn pass and give Birth anew.

3 comments:

PP said...

I cannot for the life of me figure out what you're talking about here? I do hope your guitar rests in peace though.

BTW is UPenn nice? I wanna be an Ivy too!

Anonymous said...

cummings didnt use capital letters or punctuation in his name

D.X. said...

i own a book of his titled "100 selected poems" and it spells his name as "E.E. CUMMINGS" (in other words, in all caps with punctuation) so i'm going to just assume that it's ok for me to do so as well.