my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recent
war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting
for,
my sister
isabel created hundreds
(and
hundreds) of socks not to
mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers
etcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that
i would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my
self etcetera lay queitly
in the deep mud et
cetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)
aunt lucy during the recent
war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting
for,
my sister
isabel created hundreds
(and
hundreds) of socks not to
mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers
etcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that
i would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my
self etcetera lay queitly
in the deep mud et
cetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)
7 comments:
a beloved classic from edward estlin etcetera. thanks for that.
Love this. Don't you just love this word: etcetera
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you from the bottom of my etcetera
Whoa. Thanks for that.
I loved that - not one I was familiar with. The use of that one word (spelled out, not abbreviated) to signify so many things, trivial and huge, was really interesting.
Interesting how etcetera could be so poetic!
One of my all-time fave poets. Nice to read this poem again. Thanks!
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