A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.
Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.
literature meme ∙ [1/8] poetry ∙ [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] (e.e cummings)read in full here
e.e. cummings reads his poem somewhere i have never traveled,gladly beyond
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond, e.e. cummings
“supposing i dreamed this)” by e.e. cummings
from is 5
(published 1926 by Liveright)
Note: Please note the parentheses in the first and second-to-last line, and then boom.
If I have made, my lady, intricate
imperfect various things chiefly which wrong
your eyes (frailer than most deep dreams are frail)
songs less firm than your body’s whitest song
upon my mind - if I have failed to snare
the glance too shy - if through my singing slips
the very skilful strangeness of your smile
the keen primeval silence of your hair
- let the world say “his most wise music stole
nothing from death” -
you will only create
(who are so perfectly alive) my shame:
lady whose profound and fragile lips
the sweet small clumsy feet of April came
into the ragged meadow of my soul.