Day 289: Maysong

It's May time and love time (my sweet). 

There are so many ways to read ee cummings' poems. Focus on the parentheses, omit the parentheses, read it as a whole, read it as separate lines, untangle the inverted syntax... 

But as long as you get the feeling of it. The same elated feeling that runs through all of his poems - that love and life (and yes!) will always prevail.

Song - ee cummings

but we've the may

(for you are in love

and i am)to sing,

my darling:while

old worlds and young

(big little and all

worlds)merely have

the must to say

and the when to do

is exactly theirs

(dull worlds or keen;

big little and all)

but lose or win

(come heaven,come hell)

precisely ours

is the now to grow

it's love by whom

(my beautiful friend)
the gift to live

is without until; 

but pitiful they've

(big little and all)

no power beyond 

the trick to seem

their joys turn woes

and right goes wrong

(dim worlds or bright;

big little and all)

whereas(my sweet)

our summer in fall

and in winter our spring

is the yes of yes

love was and shall

be this only truth

(a dream of a deed,

born not to die)

but worlds are made 

of hello and goodbye:

glad sorry or both

(big little and all)