.... found out today that I share my birthday with men of note..... e.e. cummings and Dwight D. Eisenhower....... hey, who knew?...... we Libras are such even-keeled fellows......

.... anyway, I will share a bit of Mr. Cummings' work with you.....

maggie and milly and molly and may
by E. E. Cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

by Eric on October 14, 2013 | Bullshit (2) | TrackBack (0) | Poetry
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Interesting choice of poem, in view of the fact that Dwight D. Eisenhower "went down to the beach." Not to play, though.

Bullshitted by Elisson on October 16, 2013 01:44 PM

And a happy birthday to you (albeit a bit late.) You share the day with my mom as well.

Sorry we're not going to be able to make it there this year. Perhaps next time.

Bullshitted by Richard on October 16, 2013 07:16 PM