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Click here"i imagine that yes is the only living thing."
— E.E. Cummings
Though sympathetic guys, they thought
it wise that Frank revise his stuff
he thought that all would highly prize
when Frank said it was good enough.
He said "no thanks" to helping him,
not wanting theirs instead of his,
and hoped to hear some passerby
say "Joe! Come here! Now look at This!
But no one really did, no Joe,
Tom, Dick, or Harry to be frank,
whenever they considered it
whose stare was nothing more than blank,
but being Frank he'd always miss
that Harry, Dick, and Tom admit
that with his I they'd be a This
while Frank alone just has an it.
CoJ: good catch re guise. That wasn't my intention, so any edited version would lose the word because it's contrary to the theme which PSLL articulated very well.
I LOVE e. e. cummings (are we capitalizing him now? It seems like such a monotonous shame.) and this poem channeled him ridiculously well. I don't think I'd ever have the wit or courage to manage the kind of playfulness you and he both manage to cram into your words. But I sure do appreciate the way you do it.
More specific to this poem, I really liked what I took to be the central idea of the poem. I kinda feel like we're living in a very libertarian, hubris filled period and it's nice to see a poem that embraces the communal nature of art and the importance of accepting others into our lives and work to improve ourselves. Or I totally misread the poem. I give that a good 50-50 chance.
funny! and thanks for the clarification. I thought it meant as you wrote in the comment, with he being some type of inner voice of Frank.
s_m--hmmmm, sounds interesting--see what the wife thinks about it (she used profanity when I asked her--big smile)
Do you mean to say "guise" - as the representation or appearance of sympathy? Or do you truly mean 'guys' as the slangy plural that it is :O) 'Cause of Harry, Dick, and Tom as players, that would make some sense. *grin*
I see the sympathy of their assistance as well-weaning but not thoroughly heartfelt, a guise.
Thanks for the submission - it's a fun read to run through!