Poetry turnstile: an e.e. cummings on your birthday

It’s someone’s birthday today. This is a beautiful e.e. cummings poem. I must dine with the Prime Minister and Governor General come Wednesday. I must wear a dress. All of these things are true. Have a wonderful, nay delightful, day.

 

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Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

 

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

 

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

 

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

 

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

 

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

 

i hate you

 

 

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