e.e.c. - tgv

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,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may 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 sea

e. e. cummings, 1956

esferográfica em papel encerado branco, 2003
rollerball on white waxed paper, 2003


musalia said...

lindissimo poema :) e foi tão bom lê-lo, hoje!

musalia said...

ah! imperdoável! e a beleza das imagens, claro :)

um bom ano.