Jennifer C

During her first year at Harvard,

autumn 1987,

she invited me into her dorm room

and read me an E E Cummings poem

("if everything happens that can't be done").

It's been well over thirty years,

and I can still clearly see

her librarianish eyeglasses,

her olive skin, her eyebrows

each like an elbow in the ribs,

and her bare toes poking out

from under her denim-clad thighs

as she sat crosslegged on her mattress.

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Written on 2021-11-14 at 08:50

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
You bring the past forward, vividly.

The cummings poem is one of his loveliest, sweetest, most charming. I can't help but think a kiss would have been welcomed.

Bet you can't remember the poem!

Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Tom
We all sometimes,
Playback within our minds.
The choices of could have,
This poem brought this to the fore,
Thanks for posting.