Kim mentioned a poem involving angels and laundry. I remember that too! I went looking for it, and I’m not sure, but I think it’s this one.
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,
And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul
Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple
As false dawn.
Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with angels.
That seems very familiar to me. If it’s not the one Kim was thinking of, I’m pretty sure it’s the one I was thinking of. That “awash with angels” is the line I seem to remember.
Kim also mentioned Break, Break, Break by Tennyson. Yes, I love that one!
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
Here’s a snippet from Mirror by Sylvia Plath —
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
That’s one I don’t recall ever reading before. That’s certainly an evocative few lines there! At once I agree: I’m feeling old age rise toward me too, like a terrible fish! A shark, perhaps. Oddly, I do think the phrase “terrible fish” may be better there than “terrible shark.” I’m not sure why!
Speaking of e e cummings — and I ought to have remembered him — here’s “All in Green Went My Love Riding, sung by Joan Baez — it’s wonderful set to music.