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Related: Culture Forums, Support Forumsquestion: looking for a poetry (I think) quote
I thought it was ee cummings, but perhaps not.
Something about "my drunken heart lurching along the cobblestones meeting the stern policeman of the mind"
Don't know the quote and only remember those parts. Used to be able to find it on google, but now all I get is hits on Howard Stern. Yikes.
Anybody know?
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question: looking for a poetry (I think) quote (Original Post)
cwydro
Jan 2013
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In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)1. When I googled your quote I found this thread.
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Lol, maybe an old one of mine?
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)3. Sorry, here ya go
pinboy3niner
(53,339 posts)4. e. e. cummings: along the brittle treacherous bright streets
along the brittle treacherous bright streets
of memory comes my heart singing like
an idiot whispering like drunken man
who(at a certain corner suddenly)meets
the tall policeman of my mind.
awake
being not asleep elsewhere our dreams began
which now are folded:but the year completes
his life as a forgotten prisoner
-"Ici?"-"Ah non mon chéri;il fait trop froid"-
they are gone:along these gardens moves a wind br
inging
rain and leaves filling the air with fear
and sweetness....pauses. (Halfwhispering....half
singing
stirs the always smiling chevaux de bois)
when you were in Paris we met here
of memory comes my heart singing like
an idiot whispering like drunken man
who(at a certain corner suddenly)meets
the tall policeman of my mind.
awake
being not asleep elsewhere our dreams began
which now are folded:but the year completes
his life as a forgotten prisoner
-"Ici?"-"Ah non mon chéri;il fait trop froid"-
they are gone:along these gardens moves a wind br
inging
rain and leaves filling the air with fear
and sweetness....pauses. (Halfwhispering....half
singing
stirs the always smiling chevaux de bois)
when you were in Paris we met here
cwydro
(51,308 posts)5. Thank you!
I thought it was ee cummings, but I'm over on another page searching his poems and could not find it.
Again, thanks muchly!