[what if a much of a which of a wind]

[me b zola]

A poem, by E.E. Cummings 1894-1962





what of a much if a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer’s lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend:blow space to time)
--when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man

what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills of sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of thing
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror;blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
--whose hearts are mountains;roots are trees,
it’s they shall cry hello to spring

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn’t;blow death to was)
--all nothing’s only our hugest home;
the most we die;the more we live



1944
1944

[me b zola]

1. Is this your first time reading this?

A great piece of anti-war literalture. Share feelings or at least kick so that others can read/reread it!

[me b zola]

2. READ ME!!

[me b zola]

3. Blow king to beggar and queen to seem

(blow friend to fiend:blow space to time)

[me b zola]

4. Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind

(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)

[saltpoint]

5. --and a darned good poem it is.

One of my favorites of e e cummings.

The music of it, the way it breathes.

A nimble mind dancing.

(Thank you for posting this.)

[me b zola]

6. e e cummings is one of my favorites as well!

"The music of it, the way it breathes.
A nimble mind dancing."

What beautiful words! Indeed, the melody is hauntingly beautiful.




(and you are welcome!)