Sunday, July 17, 2011

noted. 07/17/2011

  • tags: cummings conscientiousobjector poetry

    • i sing of Olaf glad and big               by E. E. Cummings  
                           
               XXX  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"  straightway the silver bird looked grave (departing hurriedly to shave)  but--though all kinds of officers  (a yearning nation's blueeyed pride)  their passive prey did kick and curse until for wear their clarion	  voices and boots were much the worse,  and egged the firstclassprivates on his rectum wickedly to tease  by means of skilfully applied bayonets roasted hot with heat-- Olaf(upon what were once knees) does almost ceaselessly repeat "there is some shit I will not eat"  our president,being of which assertions duly notified	  threw the yellowsonofabitch into a dungeon,where he died  Christ(of His mercy infinite) i pray to see;and Olaf,too  preponderatingly because unless statistics lie he was more brave than me:more blond than you. 
                            

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