“
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
(via eecummings) (via mindymae) (via glitterati)
Autoreblog for good poetry.
I have a plaque in my room of ït’s always ourselves we find in the sea” — to remind me of this simple fact.
Oh, boy. This might send me into another ee cummings reading coma. I’ll see you guys next month.
