The last post sent this running through my mind.
It will annoy me all night… so I thought I’d share it.
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, andmilly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles; andmay 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 seae. e. cummings
Oh, I do love this poem! It’s so lovely. I would be may – I always find stones at the sea.
I usually pick up a pebble to bring home from the beach. Evocative poem.
Thank you!