Humanity, I love youbecause you are perpetuallyputting the secret of lifein your pants and forgetting5it’s there and sitting down on it. — E.E. Cummings, from “Humanity, I Love You,” first published as “La Guerre II” in XLI Poems (The Dial Press, 1925)
in Just- in Just-spring when the world is mud-luscious the littlelame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill comerunning from marbles andpiracies and it’sspring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queerold balloonman whistlesfar and weeand bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and it’sspringand the goat-footed balloonMan whistlesfarandwee E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
gee i like to think of dead gee i like to think of dead it means nearer because deeperfirmer since darker than little round water at one end ofthe well it’s too cool to be crooked and it’s too firmto be hard but it’s sharp and it’s thick and it loves, everyold thing falls in… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
the kisshot & yellowin the sodium glowof parking lot lamps& the whisper promiseto keep it hot — J. Todd Hawkins, from “The World LIt by the Tail Lights of an ‘82 Buick,” This Geography of Thorns: Blues Poetry from the Mississippi Delta & Beyond (Poetry Society of Texas, 2020)
The Vale of Soul-Making 