Give it up, Gran, and let e.e. cummings take over

I give up trying to comment on blogs tonight.

Just wanted to let you all know I tried, but Blogger wanted to deny me access to comments.

Don’t worry, I’m not taking it personally.

So I’m going to share my favorite poem with you.


anyone lived in a pretty how town by E. E. Cummings

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

About boomergrl49

Mom, Grandma, retired social worker, blogger. I love reading fiction of all kinds, and I'm also addicted to television (Netflix, Hulu, Acorn, Amazon video).

Posted on April 29, 2009, in blogging, e.e. cummings. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Thanks for sharing gran, I have been out of commission a few days I did have the stomach virus and had to be hospitalized over the weekend, and have been reading about this swine flu bearing down on us I hope they get this one under control.


  2. Floyd, I’m so sorry you have been sick. my friend. Take care of yourself; I hope they get this flu under control also.

    Hugs to you, dear Floyd. Be well.


  3. Oh I loved your favourite poem. Blogger is a bugger sometimes!


  4. It is, Lilly, Blogger is a bugger at times πŸ™‚


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