penguinsoul

this is my darling girl ana's favorite e.e. cummings poem, and it seems appropriate for the day:

if a cheerfulest Elephantangelchild should sit

(holding a red candle over his head
by a finger of trunk,and singing out of a red

book)on a proud round cloud in a white high night

where his heartlike ears have flown adorable him
self tail and all(and his tail's red christmas bow)
-and if,when we meet again,little he(having flown
even higher)is sunning his penguinsoul in the glow

of a joy which wasn't and isn't and won't be words

while possibly not(at a guess)quite half way down
to the earth are leapandswooping tinily birds
whose magical gaiety makes your beautiful name-

i feel that(false and true are merely to know)
Love only has ever been,is,and will ever be,So



merry christmas! (god jul).
love,
j