"kitty". sixteen, 5' 11", white, prostitute.
ducking always the touch of must and shall,
whose slippery body is Death's littlest pal,
skilled in quick softness. Unspontaneous. cute.
the signal perfume of whose unrepute
focusses in the sweet slow animal
bottomless eyes importantly banal,
Kitty. a whore. Sixteen
you corking brute
amused from time to time by clever drolls
fearsomely who do keep their sunday flower.
The babybreasted broad "kitty" twice eight
--beer nothing, the lady'll have a whiskey-sour--
whose least amazing smile is the most great
common divisor of unequal souls.
2 little whos
(he and she)
under are this
wonderful tree
smiling stand
(all realms of where
and when beyond)
now and here
(far from a grown
-up i&you-
ful of world of known)
who and who
(2 little ams
and over them this
aflame with dreams
incredible is)
Buffalo Bill's
Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like you blueeyed boy
Mister Death
r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r
r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r
who
a)s w(e loo)k
upnowgath
PPEGORHRASS
eringint(o-
aThe):I
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!p:
S a
(r
rIvInG .gRrEaPsPhOs)
to
rea(be)rran(com)gi(e)ngly
,grasshopper;
1 comentario:
Just wanted to say the the "Kitty" poem is definitely a sonnet. 14 lines (of course counting the first, and and the one divided.
the rhyme pattern is:
a
b
b
a
a
b
b
a
c
d
e
d
e
c
It is unconventional, of course, it's cummings, but it's a Petrarchan sonnet all around, I'd dare to say it's in iambic pentameter, but for a couple of verses harder to read (how do you read, for example 5' 11'? maybe it's just visual)
Funny thing, the volta, I believe, is marked visually and sooner than traditionally (v. 9) in the 8th verse. The change of tone is evident from the third person to describe kitty to the second, directed to a client: "you corking brute" and later addressed by one "beer..."
Or maybe is the last two verses that changes the mood, from seeing Kitty as an object "5' 11', white", skilled, cute, and something bad "Death's little pal" to "the most great
common divisor of unequal souls." This turn would make a sort of English sonnet ending to a Petrarchan form.
Miguel
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