Marsha’s stories Tuesday, 19 January 2010Posted by carryapoem in Stories.
Tags: e e cummings, Elizabeth Bishop, William Shakespeare
I used to carry E.E. Cummings’ poem “somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence…” in its entirety, in my head. Alas, I’ve lost bits of it. That brings to mind the fact that I also carried Elizabeth Bishop’s ‘One Art’ in its entirety. Bits are gone but since “The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster…” I don’t feel so badly about the loss of some of Cummings. After all, I am comforted by what I do recall and can always look them up. Similarly I have lost a few bits of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73, “That time of year thou mayst in me behold/When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang/Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,/Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.” I think that last may explain something about my problem. Still, as I said, better to have those pieces than no poetry at all!
Marsha is the Poetry in The Branches Coordinator for Poets House in New York and retired Coordinator of Adult Services for The New York Public Library.