e.e.cummings' Tuesday

I realized it has been two weeks since I posted a poem

by e.e.cummings. I have not been reading much as I

have been spending my time being social or working with

the clay(I can't get enough :-) and so I forgot my goal of

posting one a week. I picked this one randomly and I love it :-).

but if a living dance upon dead minds

why, it is love; but at the earliest spear

of sun perfectly should disappear

moon's utmost magic, or stones speak or one

name control more incredible splendor than

our merely universe, love's also there:

and being here imprisoned, tortured here

love everywhere exploding maims and blinds

(but surely does not forget, perish, sleep

cannot be photographed, measured;disdains

the trivial labelling of punctual brains...

-who wields a poem huger than the grave?

from only whom shall time no refuge keep

through all the weird worlds must be opened?

) Love

Beautiful moon photo by Geraint Smith. Have a

wonderful Tuesday.