A poem for today (for me, just because)

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by E. E. Cummings, from XAIPE

maybe god

is a child
‘s hand)very carefully
bring
-ing
to you and to
me(and quite with
out crushing)the

papery weightless diminutive

world
with a hole in
it out
of which demons with wings would be streaming if
something had(maybe they couldn’t
agree)not happened(and floating-
ly int

o

—————

With three daughters it is easy for me to understand the poet’s supposition – that a child’s hand is a thing of creation, offering to us a world that could, just maybe, be a papery, weightless wonder.  And imagine, what it might be like if something had not happened to stop the demons…

Image from flickr member lrargerich

4 Comments Add yours

    1. Kate Tabor says:

      Oh, Wendy I agree. Thanks for stopping by.

  1. Paul C. says:

    I really enjoy how cummings can capture childhood innocence. Thanks for introducing me to this one.

    1. Kate Tabor says:

      @Paul –
      I love cummings. He twists all the things that we are taught about words and images and brings us beauties like these:

      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

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