Days of Tomorrow

Sunday, March 12, 2006

'notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.'
-ee cummings

Anonymous said...: huh?; 9:48 p.m., March 12, 2006
the voices within said...: thats a good poem; 4:13 a.m., March 13, 2006
Painted-Eyes said...: Poem?; 10:06 p.m., March 14, 2006
the voices within said...: EE Cummings was a poet no? We read the poem in English.

Notice The Convulsed Orange inch Of Moon
notice the convulsed orange inch of moon
perching on this silver minute of evening.

We’ll choose the way to the forest—no offense
to you,white town whose spires softly dare.
Will take the houseless wisping rune
of road lazily carved on sharpening air.

Fields lying miraculous in violent silence

fill with microscopic whithering
…(that’s the Black People, chérie,
who live under stones.) Don’t be afraid

and we will pass the simple ugliness
of exact tombs,where a large road crosses
and all the people are minutely dead.

Then you will slowly kiss me; 12:34 a.m., March 15, 2006
Painted-Eyes said...: Yeah, he is a poet, but I just didn't know that this was the title of a poem of his. I just came across this quote and I liked it. The full poem is very good too... I like it.; 10:12 p.m., March 15, 2006