all which isn't singing is mere talking
and all talking's talking to oneself
(whether that oneself be sought or seeking
master or disciple sheep or wolf)
gush to it as diety or devil
-toss in sobs and reasons threats and smiles
name it cruel fair or blessed evil-
it is you (ne i)nobody else
drive dumb mankind dizzy with haranguing
-you are deafened every mother's son-
all is merely talk which isn't singing
and all talking's to oneself alone
but the very song of(as mountains
feel and lovers)singing is silence
-- ee cummings
3 comments:
Awesome. I followed your Flikr link and looked at a lot of your pictures. You take great shots.
I haven't climbled Lincoln in many years but it's a certainly a great peak. Actually, the whole east ridge of Franconia notch is great.
Such a beautiful post.
Thank you.
Roy.
Thanks, guys.
I just know ee cummings was foreshadowing the blogosphere when he wrote that poem. A few bloggers know how to "sing", but most are merely talking.
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