My mom kept a number of books by e e cummings and Dylan Thomas around. She was a big fan of these writers when still a student.
I can’t tell a lie, but I never really read anything by Dylan Thomas. I did often pick up this small and tattered little anthology she kept by e e cummings. The binding was coming apart, with signatures and pages separating from the whole; it was obviously a book my mom had spent a lot of time with.
mr youse needn’t be so spry/concernin’ questions arty
each has his own tastes but as for i/i likes a certain party
gimme the he-man’s solid bliss/for youse ideas i’ll match youse
a pretty girl who naked is/is worth a million statues
e e cummings
I also shared my mom’s enthusiasm for Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues.