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 ...
When I have struggled through three hundred years of Roman history, and hastened o'erSome French play-(though I have my private ...
you being in lovewill tell who softly asks in love,am i separated from your body smile brain hands merelyto become ...
as freedom is a breakfastfoodor truth can live with right and wrongor molehills are from mountains made-long enough and just ...
what if a much of a which of a windgives the truth to summer's lie;bloodies with dizzying leaves the sunand ...
the hours rise up putting off stars and it isdawn into the street of the sky light walks scattering poemson ...
and what were roses. Perfume? for i doforget. or mere Music mounting unsurelytwilightbut here were something more maturelychildish, more beautiful ...
i spoke to theewith a smile and thou didst notanswerthy mouth is asa chord of crimson musicCome hitherO thou, is ...
in time of daffodils(who knowthe goal of living is to grow)forgetting why,remember howin time of lilacs who proclaimthe aim of ...
walk the autumn long;the last flower in whose hair,they lips are cold with songsfor which isfirst to wither, to pass?shallowness ...
the moon is hiding inher hair.Thelilyof heavenfull of all dreams,draws down.cover her briefness in singingclose her with the intricate faint ...
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