A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away,
and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
e.e. cummings
Did you know that by the end of the 1950's e.e. cummings, otherwise known as Edward Estlin Cummings, was the second most widely read poet in the United States, after Robert Frost? October 14th is e.e. cummings birthday. He was a poet with an unusual style and took a lot of liberties with his writing. His poems fall, flow, jump and dance with their patterns and use of punctuation He wrote them in lower case letters, never capitalized the word i, made up words and seemed to have no set of rules. e.e. cummings wrote romantic and sensual poems. When he died he left behind a rich legacy of 25 books of prose, poetry charcoal and pencil drawings, plays and stories.
In reading about his poems, in just and i carry your heart with me, are noted to be his best. Check out this link to read them
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/e__e__cummings/poems
I picked a relatively unknown poem from my children's collection because it seemed to fit the season. It is a devilish poem a perfect ode to the magical night of Halloween. The spacing and words running together are not mistakes on my part :) I copied words as they were in the book:)
From Chansons Innocentes, II
hist whist
littleghostthings
tip-toe
twinkle-toe
little twitchy
witches and tingling
goblins
hob-a-nob hob-a-nob
little hoppy happy
toad in tweeds
tweeds
little itchy mousies
with scuttling
eyes rustle and run and
hidehidehide
whisk
whisk look out for the old woman
with the wart on her nose
what she'll do to yer
nobody knows
for she knows the devil ooch
the devil ouch
the devil
ach the great
green
dancing
devil
devil
wheeEEE
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The World According to Bella
Ablaze
The past few weeks I have been ablaze decked out in orange and it is not even my best color. It is not easy these days trying to stay alive. I have been busy keeping myself visible and dodging arrows from bow hunters in the nearby woods. I am so worn out some days I just have to rest on my porch rug. It seems to be the only safe place for me.
Love, Bella
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