Sunday, August 30, 2015

my sweet old etcetera -- e.e. cummings (1926)




my sweet old etcetera

aunt lucy during the recent



war could and what

is more did tell you just

what everybody was fighting



for,

my sister



isabel created hundreds

(and

hundreds)of socks not to

mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers



etcetera wristers etcetera, my

mother hoped that



i would die etcetera

bravely of course my father used

to become hoarse talking about how it was

a privilege and if only he

could meanwhile my



self etcetera lay quietly

in the deep mud et



cetera

(dreaming,

et

  cetera, of

Your smile

eyes knees and of your Etcetera)




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