the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a clutter of trite jewels — E. E. Cummings, from “Impressions: the sky a sliver,” Tulips and Chimneys. (Liveright; 2nd Revised ed. Edition, August 17, 1996) Originally published 1923.
I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness — E. E. Cummings, from “i will wade out,” 100 Selected Poems. . (Grove Press January 10, 1994) Originally published 1954.
En el contorno del límite Se complacen los objetos, Y su propia desnudez Los redondea: son ellos. In the sharpness of their edges Objects seem to take delight, And their own nakedness Fills them out: they are what they are. — Jorge Guillén, from “El Aire,” Cántico: A Selection, ed. Norman Thomas di Giovanni (Atlantic-Little,… Continue reading Jorge Guillén
Even when we sleep we watch over each other And this love heavier than a lake’s ripe fruit Without laughter or tears lasts forever One day after another one night after us. — Paul Éluard, “Even When We Sleep,” source unknown.
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave and sprinkles nowhere with me and you? — E. E. Cummings, from “what if a much of a which of a wind,” E. E. Cummings: The Complete Poems (Liveright, 1994)
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest and were you very sorry to come away? see i will comfort you because you smell so sweetly i will kiss your cool bark and hug you safe and tight just as… Continue reading E. E. Cummings
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart… Continue reading E. E. Cummings