Narsturtiums and Marigolds |
My Mind Is my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and execute strides of cobalt nevertheless i feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming something a little different, in fact myself Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings. |
O my poor Kingdom, Sick with civil blows Peopled with WOLVES, Thy old inhabitants...
2/22/2016
e.e.Cummings, The Painter
I just learned that Cummings was a painter to start with. I think he made the right decision to switch to poetry. Here are examples of both.
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