e e cummings

Memories by association. For some weird reason, last night, I remembered my friend during my university days — Sijan Baral, and all I can remember is him reading the e e cummings poem ‘Buffalo Bill’s’... We had discovered cummings together in a musty bookcase in the poorly-lit library of the University of Pune. Like always, I was struggling with my death wish, and he too was fascinated by it. No wonder, this was his favourite poem, especially the last two lines: ...”How do you like your blue-eyed boy, Mister Death?”

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 your blueeyed boy

Mister Death