maggie and milly and molly and may
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
Notes
cummings uses a sun-drenched, whimsical afternoon at the shore to show how easily the heavy, complex self can be dissolved by simple, fleeting encounters with the sea. Each girl finds a different fragment of her own psyche: a shell, a starfish, a crab, a smooth stone, proving that who we are is not a rigid monument, but something fluid and beautifully untethered. It perfectly captures the spirit of July, reminding us that whenever we cast off our adult anxieties and choose to lose ourselves in play, it is always our true, unburdened self we find. #poetry #beach #spirit #sunny #shore