I think this is my favorite poem

[lauralh]

I'm one of those people who doesn't really like poetry, but there's quite a few that I like. This one by EE Cummings is pretty good.

The boys I mean

the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross in her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined

they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite

the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss

they speak whatever's on their mind
they do whatever's in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined

they shake the mountains when they dance

Comments

[hotcrab.livejournal.com]

this reminds me of my contour friends

[herbaliser.livejournal.com]

heh, hadn't thought of that. a friend of mine was talking about poetry, and I showed him that one...

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[hotcrab.livejournal.com]

ee cummings is one of the few poets i can stomache

[greywanderer.livejournal.com]

stomach + ache = stomache? poetry gives you indigestion

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[hotcrab.livejournal.com]

i wasn't sure about that spelling
but i was in a hurry

[greywanderer.livejournal.com]

I don't dig poetry much. it's okay while I'm reading it, but the second I'm done it slips out of my mind. it doesn't resonate with me at all. seems like an exercise in being clever. I respect poets and everything; it's not like I can write the stuff, but I just want to tell them to speak plainly half the time.

I have no idea what that poem above is about.

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[herbaliser.livejournal.com]

geez, that's like the most straightforward poem ever. it's about men, you know, manly rude men.

[starfyer.livejournal.com]

My favorite poem is by ee cummings too.


"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in"

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

mine too...

[noss.livejournal.com]

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)