anyone lived in a pretty how town
E.E. Cummings, 1894 - 1962
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did. women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone’s any was all to her someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down) one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes. women and men(both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain
Sometimes I feel as though there are many under-appreciated things in the world that get swept under the carpet of this world wide web. So, I've decided that in between my regular posts I'll post some poems and art and things that I feel need a little sun. This is my favourite E.E. Cummings poem and there's just somethings about the way the seemingly simple words capture all things existential and life-pondering that makes me smile.
Time passes, things change, things don't.
- N xx