a pretty how town

"You're not Seth Cohen." - Summer Roberts

Yes. You are not Seth Cohen. Oh the dramas of life. I have been thinking a lot about the O.C. lately, partially because I have been watching it a fair amount, and as corny as it sounds, I can relate to a lot of the issues that the characters go through. I will not get into details, but bottom line is that I appreciate how my life can be compared to the O.C. (through stretched metaphors).

Today is a good day for a poem, and I wanted to share this one with you all. It is one of my favorites; it is called "anyone lived in a pretty how town" by e.e. cummings. I have loved it since I saw it for the first time in 8th grade. Enjoy:

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

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)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain