learn from one bird how to sing

While we were on the subject of gay sex -- although actually, this journal is always on the subject of gay sex, so while we were on the subject of poetry about gay sex -- I was going to post some Frank O'Hara. Only then I got distracted by e.e. cummings. Like you do.

you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young, whatever life you wear

it will become you; and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love

whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on; and his mind take off time

that you should ever think, may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies, the foetal grave
called progress, and negation's dead undoom.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

~e.e. cummings, "you shall above all things be glad and young"