Life poems
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M'Fingal - Canto II
© John Trumbull
"T' evade these crimes of blackest grain
You prate of liberty in vain,
And strive to hide your vile designs
In terms abstruse, like school-divines.
Man in a Window
© Ralph Angel
I dont know man trust is a precious thing
a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get repaid with humiliation
Luckily friends rally to my spiritual defense
I think theyre reminding me
kumrads die because they're told)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
kumrads die because they're told)
kumrads die before they're old
(kumrads aren't afraid to die
kumrads don't
and kumrads won't
believe in life)and death knows whie
INTRODUCTION from New Poems
© Edward Estlin Cummings
The poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople-- it's no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike
into the strenuous briefness
© Edward Estlin Cummings
into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April
darkness, friends
now does our world descend...
© Edward Estlin Cummings
now does our world descend
the path to nothingness
(cruel now cancels kind;
friends turn to enemies)
therefore lament,my dream
and don a doer's doom
when life is quite through with... (II)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
when life is quite through with
and leaves say alas,
much is to do
for the swallow,that closes
a flight in the blue;
Poem, Or Beauty Hurts Mr. Vinal
© Edward Estlin Cummings
take it from me kiddo
believe me
my country, 'tis of
what if a much of a which of a wind... (XX)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
a clown's smirk in the skull of a baboon
© Edward Estlin Cummings
Hell(by most humble me which shall increase)
open thy fire!for i have had some bliss
of one small lady upon earth above;
to whom i cry,remembering her face,
i have never loved you dear as now i love
Thy fingers make early flowers of... (IV)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
Thy fingers make early flowers of
all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
Now i lay(with everywhere around)... (44)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
Now i lay(with everywhere around)
me(the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and
what a gently welcoming darkestness--
Epithalamion
© Edward Estlin Cummings
I.Thou aged unreluctant earth who dost
with quivering continual thighs invite
the thrilling rain the slender paramour
to toy with thy extraordinary lust,
suppose... (VIII)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
young death sits in a cafe
smiling, a pierce of money held between
his thumb and first finger
Jehovah buried,Satan dead,
© Edward Estlin Cummings
King Christ,this world is all aleak;
and lifepreservers there are none:
and waves which only He may walk
Who dares to call Himself a man.
once like a spark... (XXIV)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
(once like a spark)if strangers meet
life begins-
not poor not rich
(only aware)
hate blows a bubble of despair into
© Edward Estlin Cummings
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
supposing i dreamed this)... (IX)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
supposing i dreamed this)
only imagine,when day has thrilled
you are a house around which
i am a wind-
one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:
© Edward Estlin Cummings
one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more
nothing false and possible is love... (XXXIV)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
nothing false and possible is love
(who's imagined,therefore is limitless)
love's to giving as to keeping's give;
as yes is to if,love is to yes
