Monday, April 12, 2021

i sing of Olaf glad and big by E. E. Cummings - Poems |


i sing of Olaf glad and big
whose warmest heart recoiled at war:
a conscientious object-or

his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
westpointer most succinctly bred)
took erring Olaf soon in hand;
but--though an host of overjoyed
noncoms(first knocking on the head
him)do through icy waters roll
that helplessness which others stroke
with brushes recently employed
anent this muddy toiletbowl,
while kindred intellects evoke
allegiance per blunt instruments--
Olaf(being to all intents
a corpse and wanting any rag
upon what God unto him gave)
responds,without getting annoyed
"I will not kiss your fucking flag"


That darn Olaf.

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I have no plans to kiss a flag either. Though a flag is not exactly a graven image the practice still smacks of idolatry.

Posted by: dearieme | Apr 12, 2021 8:45:25 AM

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