“(with up so floating many bells down)”
“they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same”
“children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew”
“(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember”
“wish by spirit and if by yes”
–E.E. Cummings, excerpts-pastiche from “anyone lived in a pretty how town”
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Just in time for Christmas reflection. A found offering on poetry’s truths and ‘hidden messages’. ‘The process’ and the typically unrealized/unactualized, beautiful possibilities of human life.
Also, Cummings’ take (in 7 separate lines, no less!) on Auden’s Time poems and Wordsworth’s “Ode: Intimations on Immortality”. The microcosmic, metaphorical magic that is poetry.