I Went to the Sea

As Is The Sea Marvelous
e. e. cummings

as is the sea marvelous
from god's
hands which sent her forth
to sleep upon the world

and the earth withers
the moon crumbles
one by one
stars flutter into dust

but the sea
does not change
and she goes forth out of hands and
she returns into hands

and is with sleep...

love,
the breaking

of your
soul
upon
my lips


We went to the seaside again today.

Dixie chased balls, flirted with waves and cavorted about with true abandon.

While I, as always, found myself mesmerized by the immensity and sheer beauty of the English Channel. I sometimes think that if I stand very still and open all my senses to the experience of the Sea not only will my soul be irrevocably changed, but I will come away with a head full of poetry and prose.

I do, I think. But find myself once again battling the age old problem of how to bend the English language to my will.

So I leave you with a very lovely photo ~ well, I think it's lovely ~ and a very lovely poem by e. e. cummings ~ once again, I think it's lovely ~