Not mine, or at least not mine here. Mine when they’re in other places, please! But there are lots of poems laying around the world, and several of them I like…and so think you should decide whether you like them, too.
You’re welcome to play the following parlor-games, if you’re so inclined:
*identify its influence in Kimbol’s work
*find a linking theme among three or more (with bonus points for gathering them all under one umbrella
.,.umm, maybe there’s another one, but I beg beg beg you don’t analyze them. Poor things. Just make friends, if you like them well enough.
Ready? Let’s begin.
[note: Mr. Cummings did not use capital letters for his name; neither did he title this work. Few seem to honor these intentions.]
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new