A Wednesday Poem
Today, we are back to my first love. It just feels like a poetry kind of day.
Today it is chilly in Colorado. In fact, it’s been downright freezing for several days. With wind chill making it feel like -25 degrees (and only 63 degrees in my classroom, thanks to a heater that doesn’t really work and a whole long stretch of windows and walls that let wind in), I’m in need of some sun and a little warmth. What goes better with the sun than the ocean? So, for today’s chilliness, a poem I love by e.e. cummings, called “maggie and milly and molly and may.” There is a lot to think about in this poem and the final lines are so beautiful and even a little heart-wrenching.
“maggie and milly and molly and may “
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles :and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea