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Freedom is a Breakfast Food

January 15, 2009

After a year’s hiatus without rhyme or reason I decided to start again, thanks to much goading from Nino’s mum. Ok scratch that, I guess she is partly the rhyme or reason and then the ego that swells up when you see your own words on screen. Ah, the ego of a 30-year old (comment on that and I’ll bite).

But it’s not my words I’ll bore you with but instead the beautiful ones of e.e. cummings who wrote this poem and inspired the name of my old blog. I had to move name and alias for what soon became obvious reasons (read: friends turned trolls) but Nino’s mum loves the name “Hopes Dance Best on Bald Men’s Hair” so before saying the final adieu, I want to dedicate this poem to her.I am also doing this because I have decided to steal her first born’s name for my own non-existent children (how can she refuse now?)

as freedom is a breakfastfood

as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
-long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame

as hatracks into peachtrees grow
or hopes dance best on bald men’s hair
and every finger is a toe
and any courage is a fear
-long enough and just so long
will the impure think all things pure
and hornets wail by children stung

or as the seeing are the blind
and robins never welcome spring
nor flatfolk prove their world is round
nor dingsters die at break of dong
and common’s rare and millstones float
-long enough and just so long
tomorrow will not be too late

worms are the words but joy’s the voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts and thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
-time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough

– e.e. cummings

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. January 16, 2009 5:48 am

    Beautiful poem. There are a few lines in there that I want to engrave in my soul and memory – my very own ‘don’t let the bastards get you down’ song, a slightly erudite chumbawamba.
    And only if the christening ceremony happens in Ahmedabad 🙂

  2. girlonthebridge permalink*
    January 16, 2009 2:56 pm

    Haha, ok the christening over some gujju thali – muthiya, aam ras and all, what say?

  3. January 17, 2009 4:02 pm

    deal!

  4. February 3, 2009 3:25 pm

    Came by from Nino’s Mum. Had forgotten how marvelous e.e.cummings is… thanks for the reminder!

    You’re most welcome Nitya!

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