I had to read c c cummings back in highschool and I couldnt make heads of tails out of him back then. I only noted his architect like constructions of his poems...but I didnt get that either. Now, after 40 yrs, somewhere, somehow, running into him again, they make poetic sense. I get it:) its beautiful:-) O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee ,has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty .how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true to the incomparable couch of death thy rhythmic lover thou answerest them only with spring)
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 03:49:13 +0000
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