Monthly Archives: February 2012

no doubt yer eyes…

(anagram of “mr youse needn’t be so spry” by e.e. cummings)

no doubt yer eyes be poetry
I can say

so, teach this heart the histories of touch
I’ll trace yer nice places

I mean that and all
I say tho I seem silly

as I read these little lines
I’ll write another million

 

 

Here’s the e.e. cummings poem:

mr youse needn’t be so spry
concernin questions arty

each has his tastes but as for i
i likes a certain party

gimme the he-man’s solid bliss
for youse ideas i’ll match youse

a pretty girl who is naked is
worth a million statues

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I’d share this…

(anagram of “raise the shade” by e.e. cummings)

I’d share this
(are you ready?
)air
too, doll

to be yer toy
to want and woo
our souls so loud
I write our heart

(huh?)
dear,
wow
I

fall for all yer
lips slips & oh
to see us
so new we’re

a faith that
sees
(you. I.)
o dear

so too
head read:

i’m your [noun]

 

Here’s the poem by cummings:

raise the shade
will youse dearie?
rain
wouldn’t that

get yer goat but
we don’t care do
we dearie we should
worry about the rain

huh
dearie?
yknow
i’m

sorry for awl the
poor girls that
gets up god
knows when every

day of their
lives
ain’t you
oo-oo.             dearie

not so
hard dear

you’re killing me.

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I’m no one…

(anagram of e.e. cummings’ “no time ago”)

I’m no one
as I feel all
real I want all
(these hectic teeth

must taste us)
O love,
days stay still
while lips press lip:

lie to me, close, come
yes close
(do the math)
nestle in

 

 

Here’s the cummings poem:

no time ago
or else a life
walking in the dark
i met christ

jesus) my heart
flopped over
and lay still
while he passed (as

close as i’m to you
yes closer
made of nothing
except loneliness

 

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I have teeth

(anagrammatic exercise with W.C. Williams’ “This Is Just To Say”)

I have teeth that even
helps lull us spell us
hint at what we are—
the text

I wind
all we are
I sing
seek air

Give me form
here we’re still
so wet
and all, doll

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what we talk about when we talk about love

Anagrammatic exercise with the phrase “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love”

We woo all we woo too well
when we wake
we wake to love,
bent to love
when we weave the book about love
we weave we.
Awe.

Teeth eek out
heaven, hell
we’ll even love a toe
when we love.
Eww.

….

we leak out love
look weak when we talk about love too
we take love, talk low to woo, too
to let out all the: Oh! Oh! Uh! Oooh! Ah!
Oooooo! Ow! Awe!

….

We want love to beat out all
woe above & below
we taunt love
when teeth won’t atone but
we love we.
We want to wow
to woo teeth
& allow love to eek out an
Oooh! Ah! Oh! Wow! Oooooooo!
(love above a knee & below teeth)

….

we, when we love, be an event & we two be one.

….

We leave a note.
We be a note, the la-la-la love tune wove &

we bent on love, hun,
we bent on we.
When we talk about love we weave
the book, we vow to allow to let love be
we, who too weak not to bet all we babble about.

 

 

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Sonnet XXXV

I know what I sound like, teach me how to
sing the limit of what we can imagine
Now that nobody sings anymore.

Give me something more
than what is here. Lend
the night a little dignity. I’ll pretend

the air’s full of your perfume
and thank the clouds
with their white kisses
of longing teeth and limbs.

I write your name over and over
in the margins
because I mouthed:
I want

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Sonnet XXXIV

Everything’s gray. Today is
February 17, 2012. It’s 5:43 p.m.
(It’s the hour of fallen leaves)
The clouds travel like white kisses

longing teeth and limbs.
I’m pretending the air’s soft and full
of your perfume.
Everything inside me wants to sing

when you do that loud thing
with your mouth gaping
Though I’m not certain I have the tone to sing

You, my song—All I’m certain of
Today is today. Yesterday passed. This I’m certain of—
I’ll love you upside down and backwards and forwards

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Valentine’s Day Sonnet

It’s February 14, 2012 9:29 a.m. EST.
The world looks all white and gray and
romantic I can see
each snowflake fall.

This is not what I write you about.
I work very hard not to let myself go. I can’t stop thinking I want to
say: I have this voice to sing and these lips
to kiss you. I don’t care which instrument

the weatherman uses to measure the snow fall
(see, I’m finally opening up) this morning
I’ll love you as snow loves rooftops and celebrate you
upside down—

 I want to do to you
what clouds do to the sky

 

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02/09/2012 Sonnet II

I consider myself very charming,
all humble and handsome,
effortlessly charismatic

—the days come along
one after another and everything
is gone—I am gone
Often I thought about the West, the day-to-day variation

of teeth inherited with a pain pouring
upon the poems—I’m trying to make
a fool out of myself.
I feel inadequate and constrained, Anne Carson

There’s no way to get it right.
Please explain it to me
before I go all Salvador Dali

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02/09/2012 Sonnet

I am delirious and I know it once I discover
myself, I no longer want
to belong—I am reaching towards the most noble

level of pain—me, I’m
down to prewar levels
                     . I spoiled
this city for myself.                                                    The days come along

one after another    and everything
is gone and I am gone
—bring me to tomorrow
to hear the thing that’s calling me

inherited with a pain to pour upon this book
with all those who need
a little light for the night—I’ll tell you all
I lack—(see, I’m finally opening up)

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