So I woke this morning, made my coffee, and saw a book on my shelf that I decided to pull down.
It’s an old book, printed in 1960, by e.e. cummings. I “borrowed” it once from my mom but never gave it back (she was always a big fan of both cummings and Dylan Thomas). The cover is amazingly 1960’s, the pages yellowing, and the spine is brittle. In short, a lovely little book.
The last time I read the book (who knows when?), I left an odd little thing between some pages to mark a particular poem. So when I opened it this morning, I opened immediately to these pages.
mr youse needn’t be so spry
concerin questions arty
each has his 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 naked is
is worth a million statues
I still love this poem, so simple, loving and playful. A nice thing to read for thing in the morning!
And I do love my morning coffee!