Caro Ness wrote a wonderful poem about the seaside and Muriel Jacques posted about a friend's photography exhibition "Teal." Named so, because many of her pictures involved shots of the mediterranean. I couldn't help thinking of a poem I posted a few years ago by e.e. cummings. Here it is again.
maggie and milly and molly and may
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
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
Time, maybe, to lose ourselves in a starry night, a frothy sea, or a snowy landscape than, the mark down madness of the mall!!
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