shake the mountains

For Molly, because she is obsessed with the Hush Sound song that is based on this poem. I always end up talking about the song and the poem together -- including today, clearly -- because what I like most about the song is that it's a transformative work. Although I have always been sort of sad that Greta took out the bit about masturbating with dynamite.

the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined

they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite

the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss

they speak whatever's on their mind
they do whatever's in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance

—e.e. cummings (1894-1962), 'the boys i mean are not refined'