may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
(e.e. cummings)
The thing that I love about poetry is that wordplay challenges your brain to tease apart the meaning of something. Almost always a riddle, e. e. cummings is one of my favorite poets because his mind is obsessed with love, youth, sex and understanding their relations. Although this is a fairly straightforward supplication to be malleable and eager throughout life, I find it useful to remember that myself, and things, will continue to change.
you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think
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