Wednesday, April 28, 2010


Cumming’s voluptuous sketch of Elaine Thayer, the poet’s first wife.

may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she

but it’s life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don’t stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you’re divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

From the oeuvre of the wonderfully contrarian punctualist Edward Estlin Cummings (aka ee cummings).

stolen here


  1. Oh, I love it. The only thing that almost spoils the post is the last paragraph, the oeuvre is soooooo pretentious...

  2. Does Anon. mean the word "oeuvre" is pretentious?