Hello poetry people! I’m back with another poetry podcast from the Great E.E.!
Sadly, no picture to go with it—my podcast posts have been light on pictures lately! But there is poetry as promised. This is a short one, but I command you to go forth and read the poem for yourself afterwards>> I have typed it up below!
Listen to the podcast:
Also, here’s the former poetry podcast I did of another E.E. Cummings poem.
Here’s the poem from today’s podcast in written form:
Now i lay(with everywhere around)
me(the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and
what a gently welcoming darkestness—
now i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music)feeling that sunlight is
(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
night is given(night and death and the rain
are given;and given is how beautifully snow)
now i lay me down to dream of(nothing
i or any somebody or you
can begin to begin to imagine)
something which nobody may keep.
now i lay me down to dream of Spring
(from Selected Poems edited by Kennedy)