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NaPoWriMo — April 17

April 17:  two poems by E.E. Cummings

Lori Nolasco chose   “anyone lived in a pretty how town

Gretchen Schultz chose if I carry your heart

 

April is perhaps the cruelest month for some, sometimes for reasons we would never guess, such as the death of a husband after a long illness, the shared grief with a daughter.  Gretchen Schultz chose if I carry your heart.  “because it speaks to the deepest love for someone anyone could have.”

if I carry your heart.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

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Lori Nolasco comments  on her choice with a question:

How carefully do we listen for the bells that induce forgetfulness in the children we once were as we become the anyones or the someones in our own how towns?

She continues, “My favorite line has to be “someday anyone died i guess”- I guess? This shows how anyone is such an outcast that the someones and everyones do not even waste their time on him/her.”

 

 [anyone lived in a pretty how town]

By E. E. Cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town

(with up so floating many bells down)

spring summer autumn winter

he sang his didn’t he danced his did.

Women and men(both little and small)

cared for anyone not at all

they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same

sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few

and down they forgot as up they grew

autumn winter spring summer)

that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf

she laughed his joy she cried his grief

bird by snow and stir by still

anyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyones

laughed their cryings and did their dance

(sleep wake hope and then)they

said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon

(and only the snow can begin to explain

how children are apt to forget to remember

with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess

(and noone stooped to kiss his face)

busy folk buried them side by side

little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep

and more by more they dream their sleep

noone and anyone earth by april

wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)

summer autumn winter spring

reaped their sowing and went their came

sun moon stars rain

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