mycalicocat

Nope. But it is neat.
 

e.e. cummings. the all lower case letters was a helpful hit even he did not rate in my favorites.:)
 

oops i meant hint, not hit. i've been spending too much time in court.:)
 

Thanks. I have now read some of the writings of e.e. cummings and found this one I particularly like!

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me
 

oh i can't believe that such a lowercase person as barelyblogging would not care for e.e. He's not in my top ten,( but then neither is shakespeare) but he had some great lines along the way -
 

moongirl --Everyone Sang

I like the cummings poem.Ihad never read it. Here's the one I was actually looking for when I thought about the cummings line. This is by Sigfried Sassoon, written on the day World War I ended. it takes reading out loud.

EVERYONE suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on—on—and out of sight. 5

Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away ... O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.
 

Now I have tears in my eyes.
I adore good poetry.
Who has the best melancholy writings, in your opinions?
 

i'm losing all of my good grammar and the ability to write coherently. ee. IS a favorite of mine.
 

You want melancholy, you've got to read the women poets. Here's one by Edna St. Vincent Millay, who tends to be overlooked these days but was really great. You can find a bunch of her work on the Web.


I shall go back again to the bleak shore
And build a little shanty on the sand,
In such a way that the extremest band
Of brittle seaweed will escape my door
But by a yard or two; and nevermore
Shall I return to take you by the hand;
I shall be gone to what I understand,
And happier than I ever was before.
The love that stood a moment in your eyes,
The words that lay a moment on your tongue,
Are one with all that in a moment dies,
A little under-said and over-sung.
But I shall find the sullen rocks and skies
Unchanged from what they were when I was young.