the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls by E. E. Cummings | Poems Rethabile Likes

the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls by E. E. Cummings | Poems Rethabile Likes

the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls

by E. E. Cummings

are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds
(also, with the church’s protestant blessings
daughters, unscented shapeless spirited)
they believe in Christ and Longfellow,both dead,
are invariably interested in so many things—
at the present writing one still finds
delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles?
perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandy
scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D
…the Cambridge ladies do not care, above
Cambridge if sometimes in its box of
sky lavender and cornerless,the
moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy

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Comments

cloudhand said…
Extraordinary - The rhyme-scheme is sheer genius
Rethabile said…
Can’t disagree. Read a biography or autobiography of him in the 80s, and was struck, among many other tidbits, by lines it was said he wrote as an adolescent. Something like: ‘Look at the little birdie with his toe-toe-toe.

I saw his little birdie hopping along…. I adopted him and Robert Frost and ‘Masechele Khaketla, a Mosotho poet(ess) whose imagery was/is still genius. She wrote in Sesotho.
Rethabile said…
‘I like my body’ is the ultimate selfless love poem.

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