Cummings Poem

[L E Bryan]

One of my favorite poets. Those damned up-floating bells get me all the time.

> On Nov 2, 2017, at 1:52 AM, Kai Frederik Lorentzen <lorentzen at hotmail.de> wrote:
> 
> 
> if i 
> 
> or anybody don't 
> know where it her his 
> 
> my next meal's coming from 
> i say to hell with that 
> that doesn't matter (and if 
> 
> he she it or everybody gets a 
> bellyful without 
> lifting my finger i say to hell 
> with that i 
> 
> say that doesn't matter) but 
> if somebody 
> or you are beautiful or 
> deep or generous what 
> i say is 
> 
> whistle that 
> sing that yell that spell 
> that out big (bigger than cosmic 
> rays war earthquakes famine or the ex 
> 
> prince of whoses diving into 
> a whatses to rescue miss nobody's 
> probably handbag) because i say that's not 
> 
> swell (get me) babe not (understand me) lousy 
> kid that's something else my sweet (i feel that's 
> 
> true) 
> 
> 
> 
> (E. E. Cummings: 100 Selected Poems, # 52)
> 
> 

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