Friday, December 19, 2008

little tree by e.e. cummings


little tree

little silent Christmas tree

you are so little

you are more like a flower

the girl bounds ahead

who found you in the green forest

and were you very sorry to come away?

see i will comfort you

because you smell so sweetly

sawing

i will kiss your cool bark

and hug you safe and tight

just as your mother would,

only don't be afraid

freshly cut

look the spangles

that sleep all the year in a dark box

dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,

the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

carrying

put up your little arms

and i'll give them all to you to hold

every finger shall have its ring

and there won't a single place dark or unhappy


loaded up

then when you're quite dressed

you'll stand in the window for everyone to see

and how they'll stare!

oh but you'll be very proud

surprise fir cone inside


and my little sister and i will take hands

and looking up at our beautiful tree

we'll dance and sing

"Noel Noel"

living room with christmas tree

(this is my favorite christmas-time poem, i think. and maybe tomorrow. or the next day. or sometime before it's too late, i'll tell you what i think about christmas trees, and what i think about christmas, and what i think this time of year, this year and also, more generally).

3 comments:

Lisa B-K said...

Gorgeous. And your house looks like a magazine in that shot - really pretty.

peggy said...

I love the poem. And ee cummings. And your house looks so wonderful and warm pretty.

Layne said...

That was all so beautiful! Your house does look like house porn and your photography is at least as good as what I've seen in hous porn mags.