Monday, December 6, 2010
more e.e. cummings
------------ pg 816
Now i lay(with everywhere around)
me(the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and
what a gently welcoming darkestness-
no i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music) feeling that sunlight is
(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
night is given(night and death and the rain
are given;and given is how beautifully snow)
now i lay me down to dream of(nothing
i or any somebody or you
can begin to begin to imagine)
something which nobody may keep.
now i lay me down to dream of Spring.
-----pg 824
who are you,little i
(five or six years old)
peering from some high
window;at the gold
of november sunset
(and feeling:that if day
has to become night
this is a beautiful way)
----pg 828
"could that" i marvelled "be
you?"
and a chickadee
to all the world,but to me some
(by name
myself)one long ago
who had died
,replied
-------------------pg 830
& sun &
sil
e
nce
e
very
w
here
noon
e
is exc
ep
t
on
t
his
b
oul
der
a
drea(chipmunk)ming
----------------pg 833
one
t
hi
s
snowflake
(a
li
ght
in
g)
is upon a gra
v
es
t
one
----pg 835
(listen)
this a dog barks and
how crazily houses
eyes people smiles
faces streets
steeples are eagerly
tumbl
ing through wonder
ful sunlight
-look-
selves, stir:writhe
o-p-e-n-i-n-g
are(leaves;flowers)dreams
,come quickly come
run run
with me now
jump shout(laugh
dance cry
sing)for it's Spring
-irrevocably;
and in
earth sky trees
:every
where a miracle arrives
(yes)
you and i may not
hurry it with
a thousand poems
my darling
but nobody will stop it
With All The Policemen In The World
------pg 921
Moon-in-the-Trees,
The old canoe awaits you.
He is not, as you know, afraid of the dark,
And has unaided captured many stars.
The same tent expects your coming,
Moon-in-the-Trees.
You remember how the spruce smelled sweet
When the dawn was full of little birds?
In the ears of my days
Is a thunder of accomplished rivers;
In the nostrils of my nights
An incense of irrevocable mountains.
-------pg 1029
skies may be blue;yes
(when gone are hail and sleet and snow)
but bluer than my darling's eyes,
spring skies are no
hearts may be true;yes
(by night or day in joy or woe)
but truer than your lover's is,
hearts do not grow
nows may be new;yes
(as new as april's first hello)
but new as this our thousandth kiss,
no now is so
-----pg 1036
last lines:
or only(and if because
we shall into silent go) into whitely
i shall?
go(into snow you will Go
Now i lay(with everywhere around)
me(the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and
what a gently welcoming darkestness-
no i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music) feeling that sunlight is
(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
night is given(night and death and the rain
are given;and given is how beautifully snow)
now i lay me down to dream of(nothing
i or any somebody or you
can begin to begin to imagine)
something which nobody may keep.
now i lay me down to dream of Spring.
-----pg 824
who are you,little i
(five or six years old)
peering from some high
window;at the gold
of november sunset
(and feeling:that if day
has to become night
this is a beautiful way)
----pg 828
"could that" i marvelled "be
you?"
and a chickadee
to all the world,but to me some
(by name
myself)one long ago
who had died
,replied
-------------------pg 830
& sun &
sil
e
nce
e
very
w
here
noon
e
is exc
ep
t
on
t
his
b
oul
der
a
drea(chipmunk)ming
----------------pg 833
one
t
hi
s
snowflake
(a
li
ght
in
g)
is upon a gra
v
es
t
one
----pg 835
(listen)
this a dog barks and
how crazily houses
eyes people smiles
faces streets
steeples are eagerly
tumbl
ing through wonder
ful sunlight
-look-
selves, stir:writhe
o-p-e-n-i-n-g
are(leaves;flowers)dreams
,come quickly come
run run
with me now
jump shout(laugh
dance cry
sing)for it's Spring
-irrevocably;
and in
earth sky trees
:every
where a miracle arrives
(yes)
you and i may not
hurry it with
a thousand poems
my darling
but nobody will stop it
With All The Policemen In The World
------pg 921
Moon-in-the-Trees,
The old canoe awaits you.
He is not, as you know, afraid of the dark,
And has unaided captured many stars.
The same tent expects your coming,
Moon-in-the-Trees.
You remember how the spruce smelled sweet
When the dawn was full of little birds?
In the ears of my days
Is a thunder of accomplished rivers;
In the nostrils of my nights
An incense of irrevocable mountains.
-------pg 1029
skies may be blue;yes
(when gone are hail and sleet and snow)
but bluer than my darling's eyes,
spring skies are no
hearts may be true;yes
(by night or day in joy or woe)
but truer than your lover's is,
hearts do not grow
nows may be new;yes
(as new as april's first hello)
but new as this our thousandth kiss,
no now is so
-----pg 1036
last lines:
or only(and if because
we shall into silent go) into whitely
i shall?
go(into snow you will Go
I know I'm just the weather against your window As you sleep through a winter's dream
No one can give you any advice except this, you must go
alone and you must leave all your weapons behind.
It will be very dangerous.
Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. You had only to rise, lean from your window, and know that this indeed was the first real time of freedom and living, this was the first morning of summer.
All things, once seen, they didn't just die, that couldn't be. It must be then that somewhere, searching the world, perhaps in the dropping multiboxed honeycombs where light was an amber sap stored by pollen-fired bees, or in the thirty thousand lenses of the noon dragonfly's gemmed skull you might find all the colors and sights of the world in any one year. Or pour one single drop of this dandelion wine beneath a microscope and perhaps the entire world of July Fourth would firework out in Vesuvius showers. This he would have to believe.
\
I dare say death will be a lobster, too, and I can come to terms with it." (150)
Because up there on that roof you can see the whole town going toward the country and the country going toward the edge of the earth and the river shining, and the morning lake, and birds on the trees down under you, and the best of the wind all around above. Any one of those should be enough to make a person climb a weather vane some spring sunrise. It's a powerful hour, if you give it half a chance..."
You have a mosquito. Do you want me to get it for you? You got it.
Who can go, like, "Wow, holy"? Because if I were to look at you and just really let you be holy, I don’t know, I would, like, stop talking.
Well, you’d be in the moment, I mean ….
Yeah
The moment is holy.
Yeah, but I’d be open. And then I’d look in your eyes, and I’d cry, and I’d like feel all this stuff and that’s like not polite. I mean it would make you feel uncomfortable.
Well you could laugh too. I mean, why would you cry?
Well, ’cause … I don’t know. For me, I tend to cry.
Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments, flabbergasted to be in each other’s presence.
I don’t really know how to say it, but, um, uh, what’s it like to be a character in a dream? ‘Cause, uh, I’m not awake right now. And I haven’t even worn a watch since, like, fourth grade. I think this is the same watch too. Um, uh, yeah, I don’t even know if you’re able to answer that question, but I’m just trying to get like a sense of where I am and what’s going on.
You got vacation days then you might escape
I always figured there'd be time enough
I never let it get me down
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
...
all would be clear then
so I stand in the sun
and I breathe with my lungs
trying to spare me the weight of the truth
now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
wishing you were a ghost
Well, winter’s gonna end,
I’m gonna clean these veins again.
Oh my morning's coming back, the whole world's waking up
Oh the city bus is swimming past, I'm happy just because
We must blend into the choir, sing a static with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run
And it'll go like this:
While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun
He says, "Death will give us back to God, just like the setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean"
But you, but you
You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Well all these claims at consciousness
My stray dog freedom...
Let's have a nice clean cut
My eyes have turned red as stoplights, you seem ready to walk...
You know I'll call you eventually, when I wanna talk
'Til then you're invisible.
And each morning she wakes with a dream to describe
Something lovely that bloomed in her beautiful mind
I said "I'll trade you one for two nightmares of mine
I have some where I die, I have some where we all die."
Oh I want to learn such simple things
No politics, no history
Till what I want and what I need
Can finally be the same
its just one day I fell asleep
And all day all night I dreamed
I am the first one I deceive
If I can make myself believe
The rest is easy…
To the deepest part
Of the human heart
The fear of death expands
Till we crack the code
We have always known
But could never understand
You got vacation days then you might escape
I always figured there'd be time enough
I never let it get me down
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
...
all would be clear then
so I stand in the sun
and I breathe with my lungs
trying to spare me the weight of the truth
now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
wishing you were a ghost
Well, winter’s gonna end,
I’m gonna clean these veins again.
Oh my morning's coming back, the whole world's waking up
Oh the city bus is swimming past, I'm happy just because
We must blend into the choir, sing a static with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run
And it'll go like this:
While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun
He says, "Death will give us back to God, just like the setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean"
But you, but you
You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook
Well all these claims at consciousness
My stray dog freedom...
Let's have a nice clean cut
My eyes have turned red as stoplights, you seem ready to walk...
You know I'll call you eventually, when I wanna talk
'Til then you're invisible.
And each morning she wakes with a dream to describe
Something lovely that bloomed in her beautiful mind
I said "I'll trade you one for two nightmares of mine
I have some where I die, I have some where we all die."
Oh I want to learn such simple things
No politics, no history
Till what I want and what I need
Can finally be the same
its just one day I fell asleep
And all day all night I dreamed
I am the first one I deceive
If I can make myself believe
The rest is easy…
To the deepest part
Of the human heart
The fear of death expands
Till we crack the code
We have always known
But could never understand
Lyrics... and Bansky.
I'll be the fire escape
slipped out into the darkness, and the warm rain some how knew all the answers.
Can you see the wise man simply
Living, loving quietly
Every breath he takes eternity
Till the sun turns black
And though all these things will change,
The memories will remain
I can hold my breath till the sky comes back
The sun will heat the grounds
Under our bare feet
I walk on down the hill
through grass grown tall
and brown and still
and of these cut throat busted sunsets
these cold and damp white mornings
Poetry by an Author I forgot.
That’s what the leaves are
All upset about tonight.
My hunch is, you prefer to remain forever
Unthinkable and unsayable,
Merely delectable, so that I may continue
To sate myself on your sweet appearances,
Your luscious, flower-strewn meadows,
Your vast banquets of evening stars.
Wintry light,
My memories are
Steep stairwells
In dusty buildings
On dead-end streets.
Windows spattered with drops of rain
Which take turns listening
To each other fall intermittently
As they go around collecting memories
That do not belong to them.
More silence smudging like ink.
Two tumbleweeds on a pillow, we raced for cover.
Waiting for the sunrise, the pink birthday cake.
Oh to press the chimney to my heart on a windy day!
Little rain, keep falling softly.
With tiny love bites she ate my heart.
There are a million zeros crowding for warmth
Inside my head and making it so heavy
Do you hear them adding and subtracting in the dark.
In the sky a flock of white shirts
Are flying to a laundry line in Africa.
I was feeling my way uncertainly
Toward the exit in the evening darkness.
Drive up on my motorbike
To see the windows of your room
Small rocks, would scratch,
And I’d wait until you came down
To drive to the ocean.
More Tidbits of Life Scatterings
The smell of fall in new england is intoxicating.
Alan Garner: Tigers love pepper... they hate cinnamon.
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1990/03/07/
pancakes vs. life? (stranger than fiction)
1473- I will destroy you
http://www.wearyourbeer.com/hangover-tigers-love-pepper-orange-shirt-p-5977.html
She lifts her skirt up to her knee
walks through the garden rows
with her bare feet laughing
now all i can do is lose you.
You can catch up with yourself
if you run
http://xkcd.com/197/
http://xkcd.com/503/
http://xkcd.com/11/
but your memory is here and I'd like it to stay
warm light on a winters day.Stu Price: So, uh, are you sure you're qualified to be taking care of that baby?
Alan Garner: What are you talking about? I've found a baby before.
Stu Price: You found a baby before? Where?
Alan Garner: Coffee Bean.
Pan For Gold!!!???:
Ammonoosuc River below Bath
Northern Coos County: Indian Stream--also in glacial deposits of area, Perry Stream, Dead Diamond River, Swift Diamond River
HERE ARE SOME GOLD LOCATIONS IN NEW HAMPSHIRE
WILD AMMONOOSUC RIVER IN BATH
TUNNEL BROOK IN I BELIVE IN BENTON
PETTY BROOK IN LANDAFF
PETTYBORO BROOK NEAR LISBON AND LYMAN AREA
THESE BROOKS AND RIVERS ARE ALL PRETTY MUCH CLOSE TO EACH OTHER, ANY OTHER BROOKS IN THIS AREA COULD CONTAIN GOLD.
I HAVE ALSO FOUND GOLD IN THE ASHUELOT RIVER THAT IS NORTH OF KEENE IN SURRY.
THE BAKER RIVER FROM THE POLAR CAVES AND AS FAR NORTH AS WENTWORTH AND WARREN. TAKE ROUTE 25 TO WEAR IT SPLITS TO 118 TAKE THE RIGHT ON 118 AND DRIVE A FEW MINUTES UNTIL YOU CROSS A SMALL BRIDGE. PARK THERE AND THATS A GOOD SPOT TO PAN FOR GOLD.
HALLS BROOK HAS GOLD, THAT IS A FEW MILES NORTH OF THE POLAR CAVES AND TAKE A LEFT ON NORTH GROTON ROAD, THAT ROAD FOLLOWS HALLS BROOK.
THE BEEBE RIVER
GALE RIVER
MAD RIVER
BROOKS OR RIVERS NEAR CROYDON MOUNTIAN NEAR CORNISH
DEAD DIAMOND RIVER
INDIAN STREAM
MOHAWK RIVER
STREAMS AND RIVERS NEAR DIXVILLE NOTCH AND KIDDERVILLE
Blackbird singing in the dead of night...
"The wood-sawyer, through his effort to do his work well,
becomes not merely a better wood-sawyer, but a measurably better man."
Vince: He'll ring you out, like a flannel.
ince: Ooh, I've been dealt a terrific mauling! There these big, massive monkeys poking me in the eyes, and the little ones, all gettin' me belly button.
“I want to climb a mountain—not so I can get to the top—cause I want to hang out at base camp. That seems fuckin’ fun as shit. You sleep in a colorful tent, you grow a beard, you drink hot chocolate, you walk around, ‘Hey, you going to the top?’ . . . ‘Soon.’”
strawberry fields forever.
when the police come to get me i'm listenin' to dance music
Fortune Cookie: When choosing between two evils, choose the one you haven't tried before.
like that firework over the freeway
take one step out the door and you just keep spinnin'
someday a snow shall fill the trees
oh hey charlie brown.
makin' tea in your underwear.
at a rate that is truly alarming
The years have been short but the days were long...
Blackbird singing in the dead of night...
Nick: I'm not the first guy who fell in love with a woman that he met at a restaurant who turned out to be the daughter of a kidnapped scientist only to lose her to her childhood lover whom she last saw on a deserted island who then turned out fifteen years later to be the leader of the French Underground. Hillary: I know. It all sounds like some bad movie. (full quote)
"Nothing spoils the taste of peanut butter like unrequited love."
Watching the Royal Tenenbaums
Comics Book in Bathrooms+ Books
Secret Nooks in Kids Rooms
Candy Fairy Steals/ Trades Candy After Halloween
Tea in the Morning/ Tea Time/ Walk dog in Pajamas in the Woods behind home
Giftbags at Funeral
Music in all rooms/ Speaker system through-out house
woodburning stove
Make/See
navajo indian sand paintings
katsina (china) dolls
go on an archeological dig in italy
petraglyphs Utah
live near a pottery studio
nw nativeamerican art
pumpkin butter
To Go:
Katadine, ME
Petraglyphs- St. George UT
Slide Rock-AZ
Lonepine Lake- CA
Mt. Whitney Portal-CA
Alabama Hills-CA
Swift River- NH
Shanadoah Mts- Carolinas
Sequoia National Park- CA
McQuef Falls- Rt. 1- CA
Andrew Mallara St. Park- Big Sur-CA
Santa Cruz- boardwalk CA
Big Basin Redwoods St. Park- CA
Venice Beach- CA (abbot kinney ocean)
Secret Nooks in Kids Rooms
Candy Fairy Steals/ Trades Candy After Halloween
Tea in the Morning/ Tea Time/ Walk dog in Pajamas in the Woods behind home
Giftbags at Funeral
Music in all rooms/ Speaker system through-out house
woodburning stove
Make/See
navajo indian sand paintings
katsina (china) dolls
go on an archeological dig in italy
petraglyphs Utah
live near a pottery studio
nw nativeamerican art
pumpkin butter
To Go:
Katadine, ME
Petraglyphs- St. George UT
Slide Rock-AZ
Lonepine Lake- CA
Mt. Whitney Portal-CA
Alabama Hills-CA
Swift River- NH
Shanadoah Mts- Carolinas
Sequoia National Park- CA
McQuef Falls- Rt. 1- CA
Andrew Mallara St. Park- Big Sur-CA
Santa Cruz- boardwalk CA
Big Basin Redwoods St. Park- CA
Venice Beach- CA (abbot kinney ocean)
Cheer Up You Old Bugger.
Latest N’ Greatest:
| tail death grip butt | |
| calvin elephat wake up | |
| grow fangs be a tiger baby teeth | |
| boogers freeze | |
| because it’s there | |
| barney’s dad | |
| snowflake dance | |
| bathtub hiding | |
| hobbes belly rub purgatory | |
| whale!! | |
| There’s two fish in a tank. One turns to the other and says ‘You man the guns, I’ll drive’ | |
| What did the cannibal do after he dumped his girlfriend? Wiped his butt. | |
| Two peanuts were walking down a spooky road at night... One was assaulted. | |
| Skwisgaar Skwigelf: [contemplatively] It appears the yard wolves has grown up. Are we finally finished with thes colds dead winters? | |
| Yes, Toki, and his body will nourish the wolves. | |
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http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1993/05/24 (joys of life)
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1993/05/04 (traffic safety gore poster)
http://xkcd.com/565/ where are the bodies buried
http://xkcd.com/107/
Comics ( mmm!!)
http://xkcd.com/87/ --velociraptors
http://xkcd.com/61/ --stacy’s dad
http://xkcd.com/315/ --braille
http://xkcd.com/431/ womb weeks of winter
http://xkcd.com/231/ -cat proximity intelligence
http://xkcd.com/390/ --don’t’ want to die
http://xkcd.com/70/ - rockstar, purposely make ridiculous rockband song
http://xkcd.com/290/ -mario kart swear graph
http://xkcd.com/610/ -sheeple all think same thing
http://xkcd.com/628/ -psychic, trick
http://xkcd.com/407/ -- cheap gps cold hot
http://xkcd.com/15/ -I’m strange on dino.
http://xkcd.com/11/ - none of the places had mommies
http://xkcd.com/470/ -things are okay protestor
http://xkcd.com/161/ - hit mailbox (eeehhh)
http://xkcd.com/120/ --long walks LONG
http://xkcd.com/175/ automatic door ,feel bad (used)
http://xkcd.com/197/ ---ninja turtles graphs (used)
Cobbes:
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1986/09/15 delierious from having so much fun –summer
run down aisle grocery cart
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1986/08/30 open revolt -dad
make it snow
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1986/12/08 fuzz therapy-> better day.
very peaceful stare at gray snow sky.
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1987/06/14 frogs are our friends
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1987/02/07 don’t bathe vacuum
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/09/18/ (this should trhow her off the trail for a while)
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/12/14/ short term long, longer play in snow
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/08/18/ summer is corn.
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/08/21/ I’m a firefly. Flashlight
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/07/22/ king of the toad finders
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/12/07/
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1991/01/24/ did you throw that?
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1991/02/04/ accomplish so much more
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1991/02/07/ protesting snowmen
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1991/02/21/ deny basement
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1994/11/25/ burn leaves gods
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1994/12/10/ --hh0bbes santa lawyer
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1991/01/21/ funny snowmen
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/06/03/ dug grubs and rocks= treasure
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/07/06/ book complicating life= get no more
Me at work…beautiful day out…aaaaaahh
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/04/29/ on dirt
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/05/01/ --school, ahppy in tree
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/05/22/ --chocolate chips
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/01/12/ --suicide snowman
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/01/20/ -snowflake primal
http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/01/30/ --snow in thermos
me in 20 years http://www.gocomics.com/calvinandhobbes/1995/02/18/
ME:
e.e. cummings
e.e. cummings selections from his complete collection:
pg. 145
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when( being fool to fancy)i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always) and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
------pg 146
it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips,which i have loved, should touch
another's,and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart,as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know,or such
great writhing words as,uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
if this should be,i say if this should be-
you of my heart,send me a little word;
that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
----pg 169
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
which
stutter
and
sing
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
-------pg 283
sunlight was over
our mouths fears hearts lungs arms hopes feet hands
under us the unspeaking Mediterranean bluer
than we had imagined
a few cries drifting through
high air
a sail a fishing boat somebody an invisible spectator,
maybe certain nobodies laughing faintly
playing moving far below us
perhaps one villa caught like pieces
of a kite in the trees,here
and here reflecting
sunlight
(everywhere sunlight keen complete
silent
and everywhere you your kisses your flesh mind breathing
beside under around myself)
by and by
a fat colour reared itself against the sky and the sea
...finally your eyes knew
me,we smiled to each other,releasing lay,watching
(sprawling,in
grass upon a
cliff)what had been something
else carefully slowly fatally turning into ourselves...
while in the very middle of fire all
the world becoming bright and a little melted.
----pg 298
it is so long since my heart has been with yours
shut by our mingling arms through
a darkness where new lights begin and
increase,
since your mind has walked into
my kiss as a stranger
into the streets and colours of a town-
that i have perhaps forgotten
how,always(from
these hurrying crudities
of blood and flesh)Love
coins HIs most gradual gesture,
and whittles life to eternity
-after which our separating selves become museums
filled with skilfully stuffed memories
-----pg 358
come a little further-why be afraid-
here's the earliest star(have you a wish?)
touch me,
before we perish
(believe that not anything which has ever been
invented can spoil this or this instant)
kiss me a little:
the air
darkens and is alive-
o live with me in the fewness of
these colours;
alone who slightly
always are beyond the reach of death
and the English
----pg 424
here's to opening and upward,to leaf and to sap
and to your(in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain
and here's to silent certainly mountains;and to
a disappearing poet of always,snow
and to morning;and to morning's beautiful friend
twilight(and a first dream called ocean)and
let must of if be damned with whomever's afraid
down with ought with because with every brain
which thinks,nor dares to feel(but up
with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness)
here's to one undiscoverable guess
of whose mad skill each world of blood is made
(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon
----pg 481
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
---pg 529
up into the silence the green
silence with a white earth in it
you will(kiss me)go
out into the morning the young
morning with a warm world in it
(kiss me)you will go
on into the sunlight the fine
sunlight with a firm day in it
you will go(kiss me
down into your memory and
a memory and memory
i)kiss me(will go)
------pg 535
(sitting in a tree-)
o small you
sitting in a tree-
sitting in a treetop
riding on a greenest
riding on a greener
(o little i)
riding on a leaf
o least who
sing small thing
dance little joy
(shine most prayer)
----pg 617
out of the mountain his soul comes
a keen pure silence)such hands can
build a(who are like ocean patient)dream's
eternity(you feel behind this man
earth's first sunrise)and his voice
is green like growing(is miraculous like
tomorrow)all around the self of this
being are growing stones(neither awake
are goddesses nor sleeping)since he's young
with mysteries(each truly his more than
some eighty years through which that memory strolls)
and every ours for the mere worshipping
(as calmly as if aristide maillols
occurred with any ticking of a clock
---pg 688
in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)
in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me
----712
silence
.is
a
looking
bird:the
turn
ing;edge,of
life
(inquiry before snow
----pg 723
f
eeble a blu
r of cr
umbli
ng m
oo
n(
poor shadoweaten
was
of is and un of
so
)h
ang
s
from
thea lmo st mor ning
-------pg 728
home means that
when the certainly
roof leaks it
's our(home
means if any moon
or possibly
sun shines they are
our also my
darling)but should some im
probably
unworld crash
to 1
nonillion(& so)nothings
each(let's
kiss)means
home
-----pg 729
old age sticks
up Keep
Off
signs)&
youth yanks them
down(old
age
cries No
Tres)&(pas)
youth laughs
(sing
old age
scolds Forbid
den Stop
Must
n't Don't
&)youth goes
right on
gr
owing old
----pg 754
now comes the good rain farmers pray for(and
no sharp shrill shower bouncing up off
burned earth but a blind blissfully seething
gift wandering deeply through godthanking ground)
bluest whos of this snowy head we call
old frank go bluer still as(shifting his life
from which to which)he reaches the barn's immense
doorway and halts propped on a pitchfork(breathing)
lovers like rej and lena smile(wile loomin
darkly a kindness of fragrance opens around
them)and whisper their joy under the coming
quitenotimaginable silenceofsound
(here is that rain awaited by leaves with all
their trees and by forests with all their mountains)
-----pg 758
until No least
leaf almost stirs
as never(in
againless depths
of silence)and
forever touch
or until she
and he become
(on tiptoe at
the very quick
of nowhere)we
-while one thrush sings
------pg 809
now that,more nearest even than your fate
and mine(or any truth beyond perceive)
quivers this miracle of summer night
her trillion secrets touchably alive
-while and all mysteries which i or you
(blinded by merely things believable)
could only fancy we should never know
are unimaginably ours to feel-
how should some world(we marvel)doubt,for just
sweet terrifying the particular
moment it takes one very falling most
(there:did you see it?)star to disappear,
that hugest whole creation may be less
incalculable than a single kiss
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