listen (E. E. Cummings Poems)
listenbelovedi dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great lily atilt on insolent waters ...
listenbelovedi dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great lily atilt on insolent waters ...
The seven fleets of Venice Set sail across the sea For Cyprus and for Trebizond Ayoub and Araby. Their gonfalons ...
Before the monstrous wrong he sets him down-- One man against a stone-walled city of sin. ...
India--whose enameled page unrolled Like autumn's gilded pageant, 'neath a sun That withers not for ancient ...
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;Nor winks the gold fin in ...
See! Their verses are laid as mosaic gold to gold gold to lapis lazuli white marble to porphyry stone shouldering ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold ...
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
Now, round my favor'd grot let roses rise, To strew the bank where Phaon wakes from rest; O! happy buds! ...
In April, in April, My one love came along, And I ran the slope of my high hill To follow ...
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