i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you — E. E. Cummings, from “i carry your heart with me,” Complete Poems: 1904-1962 (Liveright Publishing Corporation,… Continue reading E. E. Cummings
in Spring comes(no- one asks his name) a mender of things with eager fingers(with patient eyes)… — E. E. Cummings, from “Spring,” Selected Poems. (Liveright; New Ed edition, 12 Oct. 1994)
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)