I haven't "played along" regularly with Garden Bloggers' Muse Day... and admittedly I'm late for this one anyway. But a poem has taken up residence in my head and so I feel compelled to share it.
It has nothing to do with fall colors or the approaching winter, really, but as you will see via the links in the poem it has been haunting my work in the garden:
my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
bellowings.- Edward Estlin Cummings
12 comments:
Fabulous, Kim. E.E. Cummings is one of my all time favorites. Thanks for joining the poetry circle.
That's quite a muse for your first posted muse. I've got a muse going around in my head right now, but it isn't quite like yours... it's "all we are saying is give peas a chance".
Carol at May Dreams Gardens
I so enjoyed this marvelous poem. This time of year is when I get all those colors going, not only in my head but on paper.
i am a
mused
Carolyn Gail, mine too! In fact, one of my favorite gifts ever was a huge volume of his complete works. This was procured before the advent of amazon.com and such, so I have no idea how my friend Jess pulled it off... but it was very cool. :)
Carol, there are days that I have funny things stuck in my head, too. For example, all day Monday I had a terrible 80's song in my head as I planted things in the garden: "We don't have to take our clothes off... to have a good time, oh no!" (Seriously, where in the heck did THAT come from?!)
lisa at greenbow, me too. In fact, maybe this poem DOES have more to do with the fall than I realized. Maybe it's prompting me to move my artistic endeavors indoors... hmm.
I am glad to have
a
mused
the Empress! :)
What a great bunch of words to have rattling around in the head! Sometimes there are ear-worms (almost any song from the 80's would qualify) and then sometimes there are butterflies - thanks for sharing a beauty.
What a great bit of poetry to have rattling around the brain - I'm like Kris with only earworms; this afternoon I'm stuck with "Dreadlock Holiday" for some strange reason. Sigh...
Big poem from one of my favorites. Through these poignant words, I hear your soul speak. Lovely post ...
Kris, ear-worms is a great description for those things. Luckily I also have the new Foo Fighters CD in the car and it works wonders in regards to purging bad 80s music! (As opposed to good 80s music, of which there is lots as well. *grin*)
Mr. McGregor's Daughter, I had to go look up that song... 10cc. Huh. Judging by your reaction I assume it's good that they only made "a rare foray into reggae," eh? :)
Joey... *grin*... it is a big poem. And it does make me speak--autumn makes me speak in general, I think.
Kim, you hit one right out of the ballpark with this. I like e.e. cummings but wasn't acquainted with this poem before--or if I was, my brain didn't recognize it. Thanks so much--I'm thinking of saving the poem to do a post with it sometime, maybe in the spring (with the lilac shrieks, of course.)
Kim - actually, "Dreadlock Holiday" is the only 10cc song that I like. It's just apropos of nothing. (Don't you think almost any song sounds good when it's been Reggae-fied?)
props to any use of ee in any blog.
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