Hello, Holidailies visitors! Welcome to my LiveJournal. Let me tell you a little bit about what I'm doing here. Every year during Advent and Christmastide, I celebrate the season by making a holiday-themed post every day; this year, I'm posting Christmas poetry. (If you're curious about what I posted in previous years, you'll find links to those earlier entries at the bottom of each daily post.) I started back on the first Sunday in Advent, which this year was November 29, so you may want to go check out the poems you missed. That post also explains a bit more about what kinds of works you can expect to see posted here. And now, without further ado, on to the matter at hand.
I had long planned to include an e.e. cummings poem in this year's Advent project, but my original thought was to use the poem "purer than purest." But as I was preparing this entry, I re-read that one and decided I didn't like it as much as I did when I initially selected it, so I made this last-minute substitution.
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don't be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you're quite dressed
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they'll stare!
oh but you'll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we'll dance and sing
e.e. cummings (1894–1962)
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