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| − | here is little | + | here is little Effie's head<br /> |
| − | whose brains are made of gingerbread | + | whose brains are made of gingerbread<br /> |
| − | when | + | when the judgement day come<br /> |
| − | God will find six crumbs | + | God will find six crumbs |
| − | stooping by the coffinlid<br> | + | stooping by the coffinlid<br /> |
| − | waiting for something to rise<br> | + | waiting for something to rise<br /> |
| − | as the other somethings did-<br> | + | as the other somethings did-<br /> |
| − | you imagine | + | you imagine His surprise |
| − | bellowing through the general noise<br> | + | bellowing through the general noise<br /> |
| − | Where is Effie who was dead?<br> | + | Where is Effie who was dead? <br /> |
| − | -to God in a tiny voice,<br> | + | -to God in a tiny voice,<br /> |
i am may the first crumb said | i am may the first crumb said | ||
| − | + | whreupon its fellow five <br /> | |
| − | crumbs | + | crumbs cuckled as if they were alive<br /> |
| − | and number two took up the song<br> | + | and number two took up the song,<br /> |
| − | might | + | might i'm called and did no wrong |
| + | cried the third crumb, i am should<br /> | ||
| + | and this is my little sister could<br /> | ||
| + | with our big brother who is would<br /> | ||
| + | don't punish us for we were good; | ||
| + | and the last crumb with some shame<br /> | ||
| + | whispered unto God, my name <br /> | ||
| + | is must and with the others i've<br /> | ||
| + | been Effie who isn't alive<br /> | ||
| − | + | just imagine it I say<br /> | |
| − | + | God amid a monstrous din<br /> | |
| − | + | watch your step and follow me<br /> | |
| − | + | stooping by Effie's little, in | |
| − | + | (want a match or can you see?)<br /> | |
| − | + | which the six subjunctive crumbs<br /> | |
| − | + | twitch like mutilated thumbs:<br /> | |
| − | |||
| − | |||
| − | (want a match or can you see?) | ||
| − | which the six | ||
| − | twitch like mutilated thumbs | ||
picture His peering biggest whey | picture His peering biggest whey | ||
| − | coloured face on which a frown | + | coloured face on which a frown<br /> |
| − | puzzles, but I know the way- | + | puzzles, but I know the way-<br /> |
| − | (nervously Whose eyes approve | + | (nervously Whose eyes approve<br /> |
the blessed while His ears are crammed | the blessed while His ears are crammed | ||
| − | with the strenuous music of | + | with the strenuous music of <br /> |
| − | the innumerable capering damned) | + | the innumerable capering damned)<br /> |
| − | -staring | + | -staring widely up and down<br /> |
| − | the here we are now | + | the here we are now judgement day |
| − | cross the threshold have no dread | + | cross the threshold have no dread<br /> |
| − | lift the sheet back in this way | + | lift the sheet back in this way.<br /> |
| − | here is little | + | here is little Effie's head<br /> |
whose brains are made of gingerbread | whose brains are made of gingerbread | ||
| + | |||
| + | e.e. cummings | ||
Revision as of 23:15, 15 April 2020
here is little Effie's head
whose brains are made of gingerbread
when the judgement day come
God will find six crumbs
stooping by the coffinlid
waiting for something to rise
as the other somethings did-
you imagine His surprise
bellowing through the general noise
Where is Effie who was dead?
-to God in a tiny voice,
i am may the first crumb said
whreupon its fellow five
crumbs cuckled as if they were alive
and number two took up the song,
might i'm called and did no wrong
cried the third crumb, i am should
and this is my little sister could
with our big brother who is would
don't punish us for we were good;
and the last crumb with some shame
whispered unto God, my name
is must and with the others i've
been Effie who isn't alive
just imagine it I say
God amid a monstrous din
watch your step and follow me
stooping by Effie's little, in
(want a match or can you see?)
which the six subjunctive crumbs
twitch like mutilated thumbs:
picture His peering biggest whey
coloured face on which a frown
puzzles, but I know the way-
(nervously Whose eyes approve
the blessed while His ears are crammed
with the strenuous music of
the innumerable capering damned)
-staring widely up and down
the here we are now judgement day
cross the threshold have no dread
lift the sheet back in this way.
here is little Effie's head
whose brains are made of gingerbread
e.e. cummings
