Saturday, September 01, 2007
into the strenuous briefness
whether
you view it
like a rocky
river emptying
tons of water
into
the
sea
or
a caravan
of a hundred men
on perspiring camels
slowly passing
a gorge
of sand
for the
next
patch
of
grass
or even
a tortoise
trapped in
a puddle of hardening mud
left by the ebbing tide
sets
on a long journey
by land to seek
the ocean, tracing,
sniffing salt
in the air
life
pushes itself
till tomorrow is
yesterday
rolly
(This is an old poem I did in Arlene's compueter at Richmond, Canada probably in 2001 or 2002. I don't recall how but this was inspired by e e cummings. I think the title is an e e cummings' poem's first line.
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you view it
like a rocky
river emptying
tons of water
into
the
sea
or
a caravan
of a hundred men
on perspiring camels
slowly passing
a gorge
of sand
for the
next
patch
of
grass
or even
a tortoise
trapped in
a puddle of hardening mud
left by the ebbing tide
sets
on a long journey
by land to seek
the ocean, tracing,
sniffing salt
in the air
life
pushes itself
till tomorrow is
yesterday
rolly
(This is an old poem I did in Arlene's compueter at Richmond, Canada probably in 2001 or 2002. I don't recall how but this was inspired by e e cummings. I think the title is an e e cummings' poem's first line.
