May 10, 2009

May 10

if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses

my father will be(deep like a rose
tall like a rose)

standing near my

(swaying over her
with eyes which are really petals and see

nothing with the face of a poet really which
is a flower and not a face with
which whisper
This is my beloved my

(suddenly in sunlight

he will bow,

& the whole garden will bow)

- e.e. cummings


runnerfrog said...

This extraordinary writer you had there.

vivacemusica said...

I was thinking to myself that you sure wrote like Cummings. And then I realized this WAS Cummings. Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoy your writing, and am gla dot see you back at blogging!

vivacemusica said...

glad to.... oops, typos!