Monday, September 8, 2008

At the seashore

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


RobinRichmanShop said...

that is a cool poem
who wrote it?

kathryn.rodrigues said...

oops, should've mentioned that probably! it's ee cummings.