Another question.

[e_juliana]

I am going to a baby shower on Sunday, and we have been asked to bring an 8x11 thing to put in a binder for the happy moms. The thing should celebrate life or birth or summat. I'm all about the poetry, and I can't get my mind to compose anything decent, so is this completely wrong, do you think?


e.e. cummings - here's to opening and upward

here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your(in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain

and here's to silent certainly mountains;and to
a disappearing poet of always,snow
and to morning;and to morning's beautiful friend
twilight(and a first dream called ocean)and

let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid
down with ought with because with every brain
which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel(but up
with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness)

here's to one undiscoverable guess
of whose mad skill each world of blood is made
(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon

Comments

[mskat.livejournal.com]

I like it! But I'm a cummings fan.

[fufaraw]

The one you posted is lovely, and it calls to mind this favorite of mine, which might work, as well.

somewhere i have never travelled
e.e. cummings


somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands


The last stanza leaves me weak-kneed and speechless, every time.

[e-juliana.livejournal.com]

I ended up using this one. Thank you *so* much for pointing me to it.

[fiorituranotte.livejournal.com]

I think this would be wonderful.

[lysana.livejournal.com]

Oooh. This or the other one would be marvelous in a nice font with a pretty border.