E E Cummings poems

e.e. cummings - but the other
but the other
day i was passing a certain
gate       rain
fell       as it will


in spring
ropes
of silver gliding from sunny
thunder into freshness




as if god's flowers were
pulling upon bells of
gold       i looked
up


and
thought to myself       death
and will You with
elaborate fingers possibly touch




the pink hollyhock existence whose
pansy eyes look from morning till
night into the street
unchangingly       the always


old lady sitting in her
gentle window like
a reminiscence
partaken
softly       at whose gate smile
always the chosen
flowers of reminding


e.e. cummings - because i love you)last night

because i love you)last night

clothed in sealace
appeared to me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;

lifted,and(before my
eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly
your face smile breasts gargled
by death:drowned only

again carefully through deepness to rise
these your wrists
thighs feet hands

poising
to again utterly disappear;
rushing gently swiftly creeping
through my dreams last
night,all of your
body with its spirit floated
(clothed only in
the tide's acute weaving murmur

<><><><><><><><><><><><> e.e. cummings - i am so glad and very   i am so glad and very merely my fourth will cure the laziest self of weary the hugest sea of shore so far your nearness reaches a lucky fifth of you turns people into eachs and cowards into grow our can'ts were born to happen our mosts have died in more our twentieth will open wide a wide open door we are so both and oneful night cannot be so sky sky cannot be so sunful i am through you so i   e.e. cummings - i shall imagine life i shall imagine life is not worth dying,if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain)will only smile e.e. cummings - hate blows a bubble of despair into hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young pleasure and pain are merely surfaces (one itself showing,itself hiding one) life's only and true value neither is love makes the little thickness of the coin comes here a man would have from madame death nevertheless now and without winter spring? she'll spin that spirit her own fingers with and give him nothing (if he should not sing) how much more than enough for both of us darling. And if i sing you are my voice, e.e. cummings - Fame Speaks   Stand forth,John Keats! On earth thou knew'st me not; Steadfast through all the storms of passion,thou, True to thy muse,and virgin to thy vow; Resigned,if name with ashes were forgot, So thou one arrow in the gold had'st shot! I never placed my laurel on thy brow, But on thy name I come to lay it now, When thy bones wither in the earthly plot. Fame is my name. I dwell among the clouds, Being immortal,and the wreath I bring Itself is Immortality. The sweets Of earth I know not,more the pains,but wing In mine own ether,with the crownéd crowds Born of the centuries.-Stand forth,John Keats! e.e. cummings - i carry your heart with me   i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) 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 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 the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)