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 ...
E. E. Cummings Poems (268 Poems)
The Eagle (E. E. Cummings Poems)
It was one of those clear,sharp, mustless days That summer and man delight in. Never had ...
Young Woman of Cambridge, (E. E. Cummings Poems)
Gay is the captivating cognomen of a Young Woman of cambridge, mass.to whom nobody seems to have mentioned ye ...
listen (E. E. Cummings Poems)
listenbelovedi dreamed it appeared that you thought to escape me and became a great lily atilt on insolent waters ...
voices to voices,lip to lip (E. E. Cummings Poems)
voices to voices,lip to lipi swear(to noone everyone)constitutesundying;or whatever this and that petal confutes…to exist being a peculiar form of ...
Ballad of the Scholar’s Lament (E. E. Cummings Poems)
When I have struggled through three hundred years of Roman history, and hastened o'erSome French play-(though I have my private ...
Skating (E. E. Cummings Poems)
Spring is past, and Summer's past, Autumn's come, and going;Weather seems as though at last We might get some snowing.Spring ...
all in green (E. E. Cummings Poems)
All in green went my love ridingon a great horse of goldinto the silver dawn. Four lean hounds crouched low ...
O Distinct (E. E. Cummings Poems)
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your ...
you being in love… (E. E. Cummings Poems)
you being in lovewill tell who softly asks in love,am i separated from your body smile brain hands merelyto become ...
my love (E. E. Cummings Poems)
my lovethy hair is one kingdomthe king whereof is darknessthy forehead is a flight of flowersthy head is a quick ...
as freedom is a breakfastfoo (E. E. Cummings Poems)
as freedom is a breakfastfoodor truth can live with right and wrongor molehills are from mountains made-long enough and just ...
Jehovah buried,Satan (E. E. Cummings Poems)
Jehovah buried,Satan dead,do fearers worship Much and Quick;badness not being felt as bad,itself thinks goodness what is meek;obey says toc,submit ...
i am a little church (no great cathedral) (E. E. Cummings Poems)
i am a little church(no great cathedral)far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities-i do not worry if briefer ...
when faces called flowers float out of the ground (E. E. Cummings Poems)
when faces called flowers float out of the groundand breathing is wishing and wishing is having-but keeping is downward and ...
somewhere i have never travelled (E. E. Cummings Poems)
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose ...
this evangelist (E. E. Cummings Poems)
this evangelistbuttons with his big gollywog voicethe kingdomofheaven up behind and crazilyskating thither and hither in filthy sawdustchucks and rollsagainst ...
what if a much of a which of a wind (E. E. Cummings Poems)
what if a much of a which of a windgives the truth to summer's lie;bloodies with dizzying leaves the sunand ...
if i believe (E. E. Cummings Poems)
if i believein death be sureof thisit isbecause you have loved me,moon and sunsetstars and flowersgold crescendo and silver mutingof ...
of all the blessings which to man (E. E. Cummings Poems)
of all the blessings which to mankind progress doth impartone stands supreme i mean the animal without a heart. ...
the hours rise up putting off stars and it is (E. E. Cummings Poems)
the hours rise up putting off stars and it isdawn into the street of the sky light walks scattering poemson ...
(will you teach a… (E. E. Cummings Poems)
(will you teach awretch to livestraighter than a needle)ask her ask ...
of Ever-Ever Land i speak (E. E. Cummings Poems)
(of Ever-Ever Land i speaksweet morons gather roun'who does not dare to stand or sitmay take it lying down)down with ...
now does our world descend (E. E. Cummings Poems)
now does our world descend the path to nothingness (cruel now cancels kind; friends turn to enemies) therefore lament,my dream ...
ecco a letter starting (E. E. Cummings Poems)
ecco a letter starting"dearest we"unsigned:remarkably brief but coveringone complete miracle of nearest far"i cordially invite me to becomenoone except yourselves ...
suppose (E. E. Cummings Poems)
supposeLife is an old man carrying flowers on his head.young death sits in a cafesmiling, a pierce of money held ...
am was (E. E. Cummings Poems)
am was. are leaves few this. is these a orscratchily over which of earth dragged once-ful leaf. & were who ...
‘kitty’. sixteen,5’1,white,prostitute” (E. E. Cummings Poems)
kitty. sixteen,5'1",white,prostitute. ducking always the touch of must and shall, whose slippery body is Death's littlest pal, skilled in quick ...
ygUDuh (E. E. Cummings Poems)
ygUDuh ydoan yunnuhstan ydoan o ...
If (E. E. Cummings Poems)
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would ...