Words from a Dancing Fool: I Knew I Loved E. E. Cummings

Thursday, July 23, 2009

I Knew I Loved E. E. Cummings

"I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart."
- e e cummings

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And then you said.....

The Portrait by Robert Graves

She speaks always in her own voice
Even to strangers; but those other women
Exercise their borrowed, or false, voices
Even on sons and daughters.

She can walk invisibly at noon
Along the high road; but those other women
Gleam phosphorescent -- broad hips and gross fingers --
Down every lampless alley.

She is wild and innocent, pledged to love
Through all disaster; but those other women
Decry her for a witch or a common drab
And glare back when she greets them.

Here is her portrait, gazing sidelong at me,
The hair in disarray, the young eyes pleading:
"And you, love? As unlike those other men
As I those other women?"