Laura Gorre

13 julio, 2011


Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

young death sits in a cafe
smiling, a pierce of money held between
his thumb and first finger

(i say "will he buy flowers" to you
and "Death is young
life wears velour trousers
life totters, life has a beard" i

say to you who are silent.--"Do you see
Life? he is there and here,
or that, or this
or nothing or an old man 3 thirds
asleep, on his head
flowers, always crying
to nobody something about les
roses les bluets
will He buy?
Les belles bottes--oh hear
, pas cheres")

and my love slowly answered I think so. But
I think I see someone else

there is a lady, whose name is Afterwards
she is sitting beside young death, is slender;
likes flowers.

e. e. cummings

08 julio, 2011

Lady of Silence
from the winsome cage of
thy body
through the sensible
quick bird

(tenderly upon
the dark’s prodigious face
scattering perfume-gifted
suddenly escorts
with feet

the smarting beauty of dawn)

E. E. Cummings