my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recentwar could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fightingfor,
my sisterisabel created hundreds
(and
hundreds) of socks not to
mention shirts fleaproof earwarmersetcetera 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 myself etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud etcetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your
Etcetera)
ee cummings