“i love you much (most beautiful darling)” i love you much (most beautiful darling) more than anyone on the earth and ilike you better than everything in the sky —sunlight and singing welcome your coming although winter may be everywherewith such a silence and such a darknessnoone can quite begin to guess (except my life)… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
if i believe if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me, moon and sunset stars and flowers gold creshendo and silver muting of seatides i trusted not, one night when in my fingers drooped your shining body when my heart sang between your… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
come a little further – why be afraid –here’s the earliest star(have you a wish?)touch me,before we perish (believe that not anything which has ever beeninvented can spoil this or this instant)kiss me a little:the airdarkens and is alive –o live with me in the fewness ofthese colours;alone who slightlyalways are beyond the reach of death… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
[Humanity i love you] Humanity i love youbecause you would rather black the boots ofsuccess than enquire whose soul dangles from hiswatch-chain which would be embarassing for both parties and because youunflinchingly applaud allsongs containing the words country home andmother when sung at the old howard Humanity i love you becausewhen you’re hard up you… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
Humanity, I love youbecause you are perpetuallyputting the secret of lifein your pants and forgetting5it’s there and sitting down on it. — E.E. Cummings, from “Humanity, I Love You,” first published as “La Guerre II” in XLI Poems (The Dial Press, 1925)
[you shall above all things be glad and young] you shall above all things be glad and youngFor if you’re young,whatever life you wear it will become you;and if you are gladwhatever’s living will yourself become.Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:i can entirely her only love whose any mystery makes every man’sflesh put space… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
in Just- in Just-spring when the world is mud-luscious the littlelame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill comerunning from marbles andpiracies and it’sspring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queerold balloonman whistlesfar and weeand bettyandisbel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and it’sspringand the goat-footed balloonMan whistlesfarandwee E.E. Cummings, E.E. Cummings: Complete… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
gee i like to think of dead gee i like to think of dead it means nearer because deeperfirmer since darker than little round water at one end ofthe well it’s too cool to be crooked and it’s too firmto be hard but it’s sharp and it’s thick and it loves, everyold thing falls in… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
into the strenuous briefnessLife:handorgans and Aprildarkness,friends i charge laughing.Into the hair-thin tintsof yellow dawn,into the women-coloured twilight i smilinglyglide. Iinto the big vermilion departureswim,sayingly; (Do you think?)thei do,worldis probably madeof roses & hello: (of solongs and,ashes) — E.E. Cummings, ” [into the strenuous briefness],” 100 Selected Poems (Grove Press January 10, 1994) Originally published 1954.
Doll’s boy’s asleepunder a stilehe sees eight and twentyladies in a line the first ladysays to nine ladieshis lips drink waterbut his heart drinks wine the tenth ladysays to nine ladiesthey must chain his footfor his wrist ’s too fine the nineteenthsays to nine ladiesyou take his mouthfor his eyes are mine. Doll’s boy’s asleepunder… Continue reading E.E. Cummings
The Vale of Soul-Making 