I have been following a blog named The Mad Chatter. https://themadchatterdotblog.wordpress.com/ I have really enjoyed her blog site. She is evidently a deep thinker and I believe she will spend at least a few minutes analyzing this poem by e.e. cummings. I first read this poem around 1967 in one of my brother’s college collection of books.
If this poem were tossed out into our new world of RAP with a few “F” words added, it would overtake Michael Jackson’s record with his Thriller soundtrack…..and the famous (My Favorite) Billie Jean…..be damned!
I have never forgotten this poem. I never will. If abstract art were put into words, these would be the lyrics.
-Sheila Tolley-
if everything happens that can’t be done
e.e. cummings
if everything happens that can’t be done
(and anything’s righter
than books
could plan)
the stupidest teacher will almost guess
(with a run
skip
around we go yes)
there’s nothing as something as one
one hasn’t a why or because or although
(and buds know better
than books
don’t grow)
one’s anything old being everything new
(with a what
which
around we come who)
one’s everyanything so
so world is a leaf so a tree is a bough
(and birds sing sweeter
than books
tell how)
so here is away and so your is a my
(with a down
up
around again fly)
forever was never till now
now i love you and you love me
(and books are shuter
than books
can be)
and deep in the high that does nothing but fall
(with a shout
each
around we go all)
there’s somebody calling who’s we
we’re anything brighter than even the sun
(we’re everything greater
than books
might mean)
we’re everyanything more than believe
(with a spin
leap
alive we’re alive)
we’re wonderful one times one
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