Tuesday, March 18, 2008

A More Limpid Union

I know that a poem exists somewhere, and that it starts "Oh, won't you something my something, my something something oranges" and it ends with the word "oh" again. When i tried to recite it, sweetly, it sounded only like a pleiad of indescript umthings. un-things? Somehow the meanings came through and I liked it, I likes its vagaries, but I only wish I could find it.

My vocabulary is growing too ambitious for my britches today; pleiad, indescript, and umthing are, apparently, not words.