Poetry Friday

Last week, Kelly Herold at Big A little a initiated the idea of Poetry Friday and posted the poem Disobedience, by A. A. Milne. Liz Burns at A Chair, A Fireplace and a Tea Cozy and Michele at Scholar's Blog also posted poems last week. I thought that this seemed like a good idea, and so, in honor of Kelly, I bring to you one of my favorite poems this Friday.

Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town
by e. e. cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon starts rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

I get little phrases from this poem stuck in my head, like "with up so floating many bells down". I found it in the book Poetry Out Loud, edited by Robert Alden Rubin, with an introduction by James Earl Jones. The book also includes "The Owl and the Pussy-Cat" by Edward Lear, another one that I love.