'the great advantage to being alive
(instead of undying) is not so much
that mind no more can disprove than prove
what heart may feel and soul may touch
-the great(my darling) happens to be
that love are in we, that love are in we'
~ e. e. cummings
We are not undead, we are alive
like the wind, like the sky,
we are not the shriveled grey
of bean stalks as they inch
towards death, we are fire.
Our skin is softer than petals
no matter how harsh it feels,
it is thin and durable, easily
sliced, but think–
I am alive. I am not undead.
The great advantage to being alive
is feeling alive, and the happiness
that comes with. Like melted
chocolate licking your mouth,
like warm blankets and a book.
And cummings got it right, the great
advantage to not being undead, is that
love can we, love can we.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your sentiments sort of contradict those of Philip Larkin, who, despite his wonderful phrase: 'the million-petalled flower of being here', didn`t really enjoy life all that much.Well written.