it is at moments after i have dreamed
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
....
e.e.cummings
quasi, this is another one of my favorites. I have read it many, many times before. Thanks for posting it! JOriginally Posted by quasimodo1
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
To Janine: Did you get a chance to hear the master? It is well worth it. quasi
quasi, I saw the 'cummings' site, but did not have time to listen. I can't wait to do that. I actually own a CD set, of all different poets reciting their own verse: Pound, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Walt Whitman, etc. It is so interesting to listen to their voices and how they recite their own work.
The cummings site is great and I put it into my 'favorites' to explore fully real soon. I loved the photos that I viewed, so far. I will go and listen to it now. Thanks for the great research!Janine
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Hi white camellia, whenever I see you, I am reminded that someday soon I must read 'Camille' by Alexander Dumas. I have the book displayed on a table, since it is a nice old copy, but it's begging to be read.
Thank you for noticing the O'Keeffe painting - It is called 'The Lawrence Tree' - she painted it for D.H. Lawrence, when they were friends in New Mexico. I found it when I was researching Lawrence, for the various threads we have referring to the author. In finding this painting, I found a lot more great paintings of hers, lovely poppy paintings and other flowers, etc., but I think I prefer her flowers. Love the red poppy ones - they would make great avatars! This painting, I have in my signature, is much better seen larger, when you can clearly make out that great blue sky filled with stars. I would like to read more about her; I can imagine her biography would be quite fascinating. I will have to put that on my list, which gets increasingly longer all the time.
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Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
From "love is the every only god"
who spoke this earth so glad and big
even a thing all small and sad
man,may his mighty fortress dig
for love beginning means return
seas who could sing so deep and strong
....
any illimitable star
Cummings, e.e.
From "when faces called flowers float out of the ground"
when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-
but keeping is downward and doubting and never
-it's april(yes,april;my darling)it's spring!
yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly
yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
(yes the mountains are dancing together)
....
when more than was lost has been found has been found
and having is giving and giving is living-
but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
-it's spring(all our night becomes day)o,it's spring!
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing) e.e. cummings
How jubilant this poem is! I love it - a really great spring poem...thanks quasi. I liked the one before it, too. What great poems we have all posted on this thread... so far. Can't wait to see what comes next.....(?) Keep posting!
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
From "this(let's remember)day died again and"
this(let's remember)day died again and
again;whose golden,crimson dooms conceive
an oceaning abyss of orange dream
larger than sky times earth:a flame beyond
soul immemorially forevering am-
and as collapsing that grey mind by wave
doom disappeared,out of perhaps(who knows?)
eternity floated a blossoming
....
One of my all time favorties of e e cummings. I named one of my paintings 'sealace'.
From "because i love you)last night"
because i love you)last night
clothed in sealace
appeared to me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;
lifted,and(before my
eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly
your face smile breasts gargled
by death:drowned only
....
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
quasi, is there an echo in here? -- I just posted that one and so did you.....ahha....now I see.... you put at the bottom 'favorite of Janine's'. Yes it is one of my favorites. I gave the painting away years ago, or I would have a nice photo of it to show off. I wrote out the poem decoratively on canvas and had it attached to the back of the painting. Heaven knows what has become of the painting, by now. I learned my lesson, never giveaway/sell a drawing/painting without photographing it first. Such is life....live and learn...
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
in time's a noble mercy of proportion
with generosities beyond believing
(though flesh and blood accuse him of coercion
or mind and soul convict him of deceiving)
whose ways are neither reasoned nor unreasoned,
his wisdom cancels conflict and agreement
—saharas have their centuries;ten thousand
of which are smaller than a rose's moment
e e cummings
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
From "stand with your lover on the ending earth"
stand with your lover on the ending earth -
and while a(huge which by huger than
huge)whoing sea leaps to greenly hurl snow
suppose we could not love,dear;imagine
ourselves like living neither nor dead these
(or many thousand hearts which don't and dream
or many million minds which sleep and move)
blind sands,at pitiless the mercy of
time time time time
....
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
where is the poem.....i can't see any
From "all in green":
All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.
Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift red deer
the red rare deer.
Four red roebuck at a white water
the cruel bugle sang before.
Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.
Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.
....
Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.
ee cummings
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