This tattoo belongs to Chealsye.
e.e. cummings is by far my favorite poet, and this my favorite of his work. The line about the stone hit me hard when I first stumbled across this poem in a textbook at 16. Fell in love instantly, but it also pained me. Seriously though, how beautiful is that? “As small as a world and as large as alone” Brilliant too. This world, this physical place that is large enough to inhabit the land, ocean, 7 billion people, countless species of animals, that all pales in comparison to the feeling of being alone. It is such a lovely poem, and spoke to me. We always find what we need. Growing up in Florida, and as a child loving the ocean (not so much in my mid-teen years) definitely adds to it.
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
– “maggie and milly and molly and may” by e.e. cummings