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Winter Up [Dec. 20th, 2009|11:48 pm]
rejectomorph
The sky has turned drizzly rather than properly rainy, but maybe the clouds will be more ambitious tomorrow. For now there is only a slick street with silver trails wherever light falls, as though giant snails had passed. Going outside is like opening the door of a refrigerator full of grass and decaying leaves, and where something is melting, drip, drip, drip. No foodz for a lolcat to eat in there.

Happy Solstice Monday.



Sunday Verse


suppose 

by e.e. cummings


suppose
Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

young death sits in a cafe
smiling, a piece of money held between
his thumb and first finger

(i say "will he buy flowers" to you
and "Death is young
life wears velour trousers
life totters, life has a beard" i

say to you who are silent.—"Do you see
Life? he is there and here,
or that, or this
or nothing or an old man 3 thirds 
asleep, on his head
flowers, always crying 
to nobody something about les
roses les bluets
              yes,
                         will He buy?
Les belle bottes—oh hear
, pas cheres")

and my love slowly answered I think so. But
I think I see someone else

there is a lady, whose name is Afterwards
she is sitting beside young death, is slender;
likes flowers.

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[User Picture]From: daisydumont
2009-12-21 11:52 am (UTC)
ah yes, the solstice. bummer, here i am still snowed in, and winter is just beginning!

i don't think i'd read that poem before, and i was a huge cummings fan in my youth. his poems that involve a lady and paris tend to get to me. les roses, les bluets...
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2009-12-23 10:40 am (UTC)
It's a poem I'd never seen before, myself. I was actually looking for a different one and, finding this, promptly forgot the other.

You get snowed in and I lose my Internet connection forty+ hours from persistent rain. This winter is not starting auspiciously.
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