e.e. cummings

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