Bleeding hearts and smelly faggots
they call it art, i say let 'em
:):(:
Buffalo Bill's
he was a handsome man
--
e.e. cummings
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death
mr youse needn't be so spry
concernin questions arty
each has his tastes but as for i
i likes a certain party
gimme the he-man's solid bliss
for youse ideas i'll match youse
a pretty girl who naked is
is worth a million statues
-- e.e. cummings
some like it shot
and some like it hung
and some like it in the twot
nine months young
-- e.e. cummings
1. Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
2. I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
3. The blackbird whirled in the
autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
4. A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.
5. I do not know which to prefer,
the beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
6. Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
7. O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?
8. I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
9. When the blackbird flew out of
sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
10. At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
11. He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.
12. The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.
13. It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The black bird sat in the cedar
limbs.
-- Wallace Stevens
Falling Up
I tripped on my shoelace
And I fell up --
Up to the roof tops,
Up over the town,
Up past the tree tops,
Up over the mountains,
Up where the colors
Blend into the sounds.
But it got me so dizzy
When i looked around,
I got sick to my stomach
And I threw down.
-- Shel Silverstein
I'm going to Camp Wonderful
Beside Lake Paradise
Across from Blissful Mountain
In the Valley of the Nice.
They say it's sunny, cool, and
green,
They say the angels made it.
The motto is "Be Fair and Care"
I know I'm gonna hate it.
-- Shel Silverstein
--
Edna St.Vincent Millay
Bluebeard
This door you might not open, and
you did;
So enter now, and see for what
slight thing
You are betrayed.... Here is no
treasure hid,
No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring
The sought-for Truth, no heads
of women slain
For greed like yours, no writhings
of distress;
But only what you see.... Look
yet again:
An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless.
Yet this alone out of my life I
kept
Unto myself, lest any know me quite;
And you did so profane me when
you crept
Into the threshold of this room
tonight
That I must never more behold your
face.
This now is yours. I seek another
place.
-- Edna St. Vincent Millay
-- Edna St.Vincent Millay
--
Edna St.Vincent Millay
Airman
He will watch the hawk with an indifferent
eye
Or pitifully;
Nor on those eagles that so feared
him, now
Will strain his brow;
Weapons men use, stone, sling and
strong-thewed bow
He will not know.
This aristocrat, superb of all instinct.
With death close-linked
Had paced the enormous cloud, almost
had won
War on the sun;
Till now, like Icarus mid-ocean
drowned,
Hands, wings are found.
-- Stephen Spender
How it reminds me of that day!
Walking alone without you,
Remebering your voice
And looking at your face, to take
this photograph:
The river curving behind branches,
Mist expunging the dark water,
Fragments of sun like shattered
mirrors
Scattered through ditches, and
you leaning over
The map of everywhere we'd been.
-- Stephen Spender
a poet and his family
"Chariya" Zahoor,
by Ardeshir Cowasjee
