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[which_chick]

Meme from cousin_sue:

Share a poem with me, then post one (a different one, and I say that because everyone, no matter how poor, is rich enough to have at least two poems) on your lj.



In Just by e. e. cummings

in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little lame baloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddyandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old baloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's
spring
and
the
goat-footed

baloonMan whistles
far
and
wee

Comments

[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

oh, I love this one!

[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

Here!

Where the Sidewalk Ends


There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein

[sara-merry99.livejournal.com]

I exhausted my poetry stores with the Philip Lopate last night and the Jill Scott a few months ago.

Unless you include one I remember from my teenage years:

The after-effects
Of a mother's neglects
May alter her boy's
Orientation to sex.

But the converse is worse
If she over-protects
The pattern of
Oedipus Rex.

Can't remember who it's by or what it was called, except that it was from a book called Scrap Irony (which I would love to get my hands on because it had some truly amusing poems in it).

[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

I like one that a seventh grader in my Middle School wrote :

Mary had a little lamb
she kept it in the closet
and when she let it out of there
it left a small deposit.