A Poem

I was reminded of a poem today--or I reminded myself. It was back in high school that I first encountered it and it immediately attracted me to the work of e.e. cummings.







maggie and millie and mollie and may
by e.e. cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may

went down to the beach(to play one day)



and maggie discovered a shell that sang

so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and



milly befriended a stranded star

whose rays five languid fingers were;



and molly was chased by a horrible thing

which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and



may came home with a smooth round stone

as small as a world and as large as alone.



For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)

it's always ourselves we find in the sea