Everyone knows how I like poetry-based slashfic.
I am thrilled to see that
I am so excited - what a great challenge!
Can I write more than one story?
I've instantly gone searching for cummings poetry on the Net. I found anyone lived in a pretty how town and Buffalo Bill's and the following:
the cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls (which might be one of my favourite titles ever)
Chansons Innocentes: I - this one is new to me
i sing of Olaf glad and big
maggie and milly and molly and may
my father moved through dooms of love
r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r, which would be difficult to do, but not impossible, never impossible
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
Spring is like a perhaps hand
why must itself up every of a park
Then there are a whole bunch of his poems here and here including some of my favourites like next to of course god america and i like my body when it is with your body.
This feels so wonderful self-indulgent, just looking at cummings poems and rereading them. Such wonderful lines, like:
my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing
or:
I will bring you every year
something which is worth the whole,
an inch of nothing for your soul.
and:
they believe in Christ and Longfellow,both dead
What a brilliant man he was, and I really don't know much about him.
Smallville and cummings - two of my favourite things together. Thank you,
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Date: 2003-07-29 04:41 pm (UTC)thanks for providing all those links to the poems. you're awesome. *hugs*
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Date: 2003-07-29 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-29 04:44 pm (UTC)wild(at our first)beasts uttered human words
--our second coming made stones sing like birds--
but o the starhushed silence which our third's
And I honestly don't know why I love it so.
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Date: 2003-07-29 07:52 pm (UTC)