Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Oh, right. National poetry month.

Just remembered. I love poems that communicate old things in new ways, or things we'd have no way of feeling otherwise. So here's one of my favorite poems of all time. Enjoy.

She being Brand (XIX)
by e.e. cummings

she being Brand

-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and(having

thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.

K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her

up,slipped the
clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell)next
minute i was back in neutral tried and

again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my

lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity

avenue i touched the accelerator and give

her the juice,good


was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on

brakes Bothatonce and

brought allofher tremB
to a:dead.



Anonymous said...

my favorite poem ever. spectacular. even more reasons for me to love this blog.

- stella

Anonymous said...

Great poem! Not one I've read before. I'll have to share it with the kids.


Amy Lane said...

I LOVE ee cummings... nicely done! (dude, I swear I checked your blog on Wednesday and saw NOTHING. I'm not usually this far behind!)