heartbreaks

I forget how.

Meet me at the hotel bar. Nine o clock sharp

ee cummings had something to say about forgetting

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

God he was good!

of all the poetry books i've owned, the only two i wouldn't get rid of are the collected works of ee cummings and Stevie Smith

Smith wrote one of my favourite poems

Not Waving But Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.