[)when what hugs stopping earth than silent is] )when what hugs stopping earth than silent is more silent than more than much more is or total sun oceaning than any this tear jumping from each most least eye of star and without was if minus and shall be immeasurable happenless unnow shuts more than open… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. — E.E. Cummings, from “[You are tired],” Etcetera: The Unpublished Poems of E.E. Cummings. (Liveright February 5, 2001)
(with her beauty more than snow dexterous and fugitive my very frail lady drifting distinctly, moving like a myth in the uncertain morning, with April feet like sudden flowers and all her body filled with May) — E.E. Cummings, from “Puella Mea,” The Dial, January 1921.
i love you much(most beautiful darling) more than anyone on the earth and i like you better than everything in the sky. — E.E. Cummings, from “i love you much(most beautiful darling),” Complete Poems, 1913-1962. (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich; Second Printing edition, 1980)
what a wonderful thing is the end of a string (murmurs little you-i as the hill becomes nil) and will somebody tell me why people let go — E.E. Cummings, from “o by the by”, Selected Poems 1923-1958. (Penguin Books, January 1, 1963)
maggie and milly and molly and may maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thing… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
You Are Tired (I Think) You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!) You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a… Continue reading E.E. Cummings