Puella Mea (E. E. Cummings Poems)
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies ...
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies ...
Is it the petals falling from the rose? For in the silence I can hear a sound Nearer than mine ...
The sunset lingered in the pale green West: In rosy wastes the low soft evening starWoke; while the last white ...
LOV'D me! There needs, indeed, a voice from heaven,Fraught with some message of supernal potence,To teach me, Holy Father, that ...
(Suggested by a Picture by Mr. Romney)Under the elm a rustic seatWas merriest Susan's pet retreat To merry-make. This Relative of mine Was she seventy-and-nine When she died? By the canvas may be seen How she look'd at seventeen, As a Bride. Beneath a summer tree Her maiden reverie Has a charm; Her ringlets are in taste; What an arm! and what a waist For an arm! With her bridal-wreath, bouquet, Lace farthingale, and gay Falbala, — If Romney's touch be true, What a lucky dog were you, Grandpapa! Her lips are sweet as love; They are parting! Do they move? Are they dumb? Her eyes are blue, and beam Beseechingly, and seem To say, "Come!" What funny fancy slips From atween these cherry lips? Whisper me, Fair Sorceress in paint, What canon says I mayn't Marry thee! That good-for-nothing Time Has a confidence sublime! When I first Saw this Lady, in my youth, Her winters had, forsooth, Done their worst. Her locks, as white as snow, Once shamed the swarthy crow; By-and-by That fowl's avenging sprite Set his cruel foot for spite Near her eye. Her rounded form was lean, And her silk was bombazine: Well I wot With her needles would she sit, And for hours would she knit, — Would she not? Ah perishable clay! Her charms had dropt away One by one: But if she heaved a sigh With a burthen, it was, "Thy Will be done." In travail, as in tears, With the fardel of her years Overprest, In mercy she was borne Where the weary and the worn Are at rest. Oh if you now are there, And sweet as once you were, Grandmamma, This nether world agrees You'll all the better please Grandpapa.(Frederick Locker-Lampson)
And is it so? Look at creation round!See you how fair, how beautiful it is,How form'd to bless, how exquisite ...
THERE is a king which all the world must own,From him who begs to him who fills the throne;There is ...
ALL things are order'd for the best, In perfect love design'd;The sorrows that we so much dread, But ...
I ENTERED her half-opened door; A welcome like the voice of seas,When overland their mellow roar Comes homeward ...
WHILE thought unbending wings thy playful hour, Say, lovely Princess! dares my Muse advance?Or hope, mild beaming in thy ...
Day by day the due provision, mortal wants to satisfy,Day by day the bread from Heaven, none but Heaven can ...
I STOOD alone in purple space and sawThe burning walls of the world, like wings of flame,Circling the sphere: there ...
Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd. Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth. They unswaddled the wet fern of ...
Magnificent fabric flowing, translucent, shimmering, radiant such are the garments of the plants of creation, the wings of the butterfly, ...
Your soul was lifted by the wings today Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great ...
We both have our hands to give Take mine I shall lead you afar I have lived several times my ...
Hadst thou a genius on thy peak, What tales, white-headed Ben, Could'st thou of ancient ages speak, That mock th' ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
MEN are Heaven's piers; they evermore Unwearying bear the skyey floor; Man's theatre they bear with ease, Unfrowning cariatides! I, ...
(AMSTERDAM, 1645) And there you are again, now as you are. Observe yourself as you discern yourself In your discredited ...
For authorities whose hopes are shaped by mercenaries? Writers entrapped by teatime fame and by commuters' comforts? Not for these ...
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