"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

As Large As Alone


With the monsoon finally spent, walks to the beach resume.


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

e e cummings


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Pictures all taken from the footpath beside Fort Cochin seafront.




5 responses

  1. “as small as a world and as large as alone” … thank you for sharing your beauty

    December 9, 2010 at 10:16 pm

  2. i love e e cummings, and this poem is beautiful in a tragic sense.

    December 10, 2010 at 9:14 am

    • It starts so simply and innocently..
      Then you find it is speaking of much more profound explorations

      December 10, 2010 at 10:27 am

  3. Did you know that they think that the slime on a starfish might contain chemicals that would help to treat arthritis and other inflammatory diseases?

    December 10, 2010 at 12:17 pm

    • No, I didn’t.
      But, now I do, both me and my zimmer frame will be on the beach tonight, sliming up…

      December 10, 2010 at 12:57 pm

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