My adventures in poetry continue. Today I thought about e.e.cummings and read some of his work. I thought about him because he is my favourite poet, and because I thought about a friend whom I haven’t seen in too long. She loves e.e.cummings too. So I read my father moved through dooms of love. I read it online. The website kindly directed me to a poem by Edna St Vincent Millay. I have never read anything by her before, so I followed serendipity. The poem I arrived at was her 43rd Sonnet, What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why. After I read the poem, I went to visit my mum. As I drove, I listened to a song and a line in that song

Is the dead arm a warning
Of a stranger in your world?

seemed to echo a line in Edna St Vincent Millay’s poem.

what arms have lain
Under my head till morning

I thought about this and it struck me that the nub of the song is the sort of sentiment that leads to the nub of the poem. I undoubtedly think too much about things like this, but it keeps me occupied.