Dragonfly's Poetry & Prolixity: [Buffalo Bill 's] by e. e. cummings

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

[Buffalo Bill 's] by e. e. cummings

Buffalo Bill ’s

defunct

who used to

ride a watersmooth-silver

stallion

and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat

Jesus

he was a handsome man

and what i want to know is

how do you like your blue-eyed boy

Mister Death

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I discovered this poem when I was 14 years old in jr. high school & instantly began a life-long love affair with e. e. cummings.

It's brutally hot & dry here in the swamp. When I water my plants, dragonflies come & drink right out of the hose!! I'm looking forward to the 2nd full moon (Blue Moon) this month in a few days.

Dreaming of Autumn,
Marion

One of my dragonfly friends.

MY PEEPS: I've recently had issues with my comment section due to harassment by 'anonymous', but I think I've got it worked out. If you tried to comment in the past few weeks and couldn't, I sincerely apologize because I love your input. Sorry for the word verification, but it's the only way to stop the spamming/harassment! xo

2 comments:

Serena said...: Cool poem; I haven't read any e.e. cummings in years. It's really hot and swampy humid here, too. Alas, I'm not attracting any dragonflies when I water my plants.

So sorry to hear some jerk has been harassing you and glad you've got it under control.; July 30, 2015 at 10:00 AM
Marion said...: SJ!!! I'm so glad to see you! I got my hands on Cummings' "The Complete Works, 1904-1962" and fell for him all over again. So sorry to hear it's hot and humid up in the mountains, too! I think August is going to be a real doozey. (Oh, my high electric bill!) Stay cool & remember you're still a Princess. ;-) xo; July 30, 2015 at 12:38 PM

I Love Lorrie Moore!!

“You’re not a poetess, I hope,” said the English geologist next to her. “We had a poetess here last month, and things got a bit dodgy here for the rest of us.”

“Really.” After the soup, there was risotto with squid ink.

“Yes. She kept referring to insects as ‘God’s typos’ and then she kept us all after dinner one evening so she could read from her poems, which seemed to consist primarily of the repeating line ‘the hairy kiwi of his balls.’”

From: “Birds of America” by Lorrie Moore, page 266, ‘Terrific Mother’

Miranda July's Best Book:

"Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It's okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise." From: "No One Belongs Here More Than You Stories by Miranda July", Page 11

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