10-13-2010, 04:58 AM
What is your least favourite published poem? The one which makes your teachers moist, your lecturers hard, your fellow readers make sweet love to the page, but induces vomiting from you?
Here's mine, a well known piece of crap (I mean "beautiful song about love") by ee cummings:
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 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)
***
Someone showed this to me before I'd read the man, and I thought it was a greetings card verse. The kind of naff, sentimental tripe you'd send your mum. Then I found out, to my unending horror, that it was a legit poem by a Harvard educated writer. I mean, seriously? The shallow, nonsensical metaphors ("the root of the root"? "the wonder that's keeping the stars apart"? What do they actually mean?), the meaningless treacle? Come on!
Here's mine, a well known piece of crap (I mean "beautiful song about love") by ee cummings:
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 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)
***
Someone showed this to me before I'd read the man, and I thought it was a greetings card verse. The kind of naff, sentimental tripe you'd send your mum. Then I found out, to my unending horror, that it was a legit poem by a Harvard educated writer. I mean, seriously? The shallow, nonsensical metaphors ("the root of the root"? "the wonder that's keeping the stars apart"? What do they actually mean?), the meaningless treacle? Come on!