-arise, my soul; and sing

At the outset, I must admit that I stumbled across this poem by Mr. Cummings from Matthew Gallatin. It has stuck with me and I thought I would share it here. A blessed and peaceful holiday to you all. Truly we have so much to be grateful for. And may our thankfulness spill over and be manifested in tangible demonstrations of love for our brothers and sisters near and far away.

Poetry Wednesday

now does our world descend

e.e. cummings

now does our world descend

the path to nothingness

(cruel now cancels kind;

friends turn to enemies)

therefore lament, my dream

and don a doer's doom

create is now contrive;

imagined, merely know

(freedom: what makes a slave)

therefore, my life, lie down

and more by most endure

all that you never were

hide, poor, dishonoured mind

who thought yourself so wise;

and much could understand

concerning no and yes:

if they've become the same

it's time you unbecame

where climbing was and bright

is darkness and to fall

(now wrong's the only right

since brave are cowards all)

therefore despair, my heart 

and die into the dirt

but from this endless end

of briefer each our bliss-

where seeing eyes go blind

(where lips forget to kiss)

where everything's nothing

-arise, my soul; and sing