Starting another theme week :) I'm posting stuff about roses this week. And in order to connect this to last week's theme, I'm posting E.E. Cummings' poem "rosetree,rosetree" today. This is the 90th poem in his 1958 book "95 poems", two poems before the sonnet "i carry your heart with me(i carry it in", which I posted last Monday:
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By E.E. Cummings
rosetree,rosetree
---you're a song to see:whose
all(you're a sight to sing)
poems are opening,
as if an earth was
playing at birthdays
each(a wish no
bigger than)in roguish
am of fragrance
dances a honeydunce;
whirling's a frantic
struts a pedantic
proud or humble,
equally they're welcome
---as if the humble proud
youngest bud testified
"giving(and giving
only)is living"
"worlds of prose mind
utterly beyond is
brief that how infinite
(deeply immediate
fleet and profound this)
beautiful kindness
sweet such(past can's
every can't)immensest
mysteries contradict
a deathful realm of fact
---by their precision
evolving vision
dreamtree,truthtree
tree of jubilee:with
aeons of(trivial
merely)existence,all
when may not measure
a now of your treasure
blithe each shameless
gaiety of blossom
---blissfully nonchalant
wise and each ignorant
gladness---unteaches
what despair preaches
myriad wonder
people of a person;
joyful your any new
(every more only you)
most emanation
creates creation
lovetree!least the
roses alive must three,must
four and(to quite become
nothing)five times,proclaim
fate isn't fatal
---a heart her each petal
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