Happy Christmas!

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Where snow is mystery stop-everything magic make and melt a snowman quick slush
Madrid
—photo by Little Tess (2008)

if up’s the word;and a world grows greener
minute by second and most by more—
if death is the loser and life is the winner
(and beggars are rich but misers are poor)
—let’s touch the sky:
with a to and a fro
(and a here there where)and away we go
in even the laziest creature among us
a wisdom no knowledge can kill is astir—
now dull eyes are keen and now keen eyes are keener
(for young is the year,for young is the year)
—let’s touch the sky:
with a great(and a gay
and a steep)deep rush through amazing day
it’s brains without hearts have set saint against sinner;
put gain over gladness and joy under care—
let’s do as an earth which can never do wrong does
(minute by second and most by more)
—let’s touch the sky:
with a strange(and a true)
and a climbing fall into far near blue
if beggars are rich(and a robin will sing his
robin a song)but misers are poor—
let’s love until noone could quite be(and young is
the year,dear)as living as i’m and as you’re
—let’s touch the sky:
with a you and a me
and an every(who’s any who’s some)one who’s we
—E. E. Cummings

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8 thoughts on “Happy Christmas!

  1. Yaelian,
    I hope your day was happy with family, good food, and conversations!
    The snow here is never so happy as that surprise snow was in Madrid for the two little girls my daughter was tutoring! The snowman’s smile looks so brave, even as he is turning to water!

  2. Merry Christmas, Tess. I should have known this was an e.e. cummings poem before I reached the end of it. His writing style is so unique. Thank you for giving me a poem for Christmas!

    Kathleen

    • Hey Kathleen,
      I’m a recent admirer of Mr. Cummings, having been exposed to him in high school without much life experience.
      These holidays always make me feel sad, guilty, unsatisfied. I’m not sure this poem is so much about Christmas as about a longing sort of hope—

      let’s love until noone could quite be(and young is
      the year,dear)as living as i’m and as you’re
      —let’s touch the sky:
      with a you and a me
      and an every(who’s any who’s some)one who’s we

        • yes
          in-finity in the world, in love, between people, in each moment—
          —in poetry, we can ‘blue true dream of sky’ as well as ‘…touch the sky’
          —in life: a paradox: we both (i)can and can’t

          Without Debate — or Pause —
          Or Celebrated Days —
          No different Our Years would be
          From Anno Dominies –

          Emily Dickinson from Forever — is composed of Nows —

          (I’ve been told more than once that I misread that verse.)

    • Happy New Year to you too Sally!
      This week between Christmas and the new year is flying by with guests and working on the new house. There has not been time for blogging! But I’m looking forward to your cooking adventures in the new year. You make it look so easy!

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