Life poems
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I Am A Beggar Always
© Edward Estlin Cummings
(slightly smiling, patient, unspeaking
with a sign on his
chest
BLIND)yes i
pity this busy monster,manunkind... (XIV)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
plays with the bigness of his littleness
-electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extend
my girl's tall with hard long eyes... (XIX)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
my girl's tall with hard long eyes
as she stands, with her long hard hands keeping
silence on her dress, good for sleeping
is her long hard body filled with surprise
you shall above all things... (22)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
i am a little church
© Edward Estlin Cummings
i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
speaking of love(of... (LV)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
speaking of love(of
which Who knows the
meaning;or how dreaming
becomes
when what hugs stopping earth than silent is... (16)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
when what hugs stopping earth than silent is
more silent than more than much more is or
total sun oceaning than any this
tear jumping from each most least eye of star
i shall imagine life
© Edward Estlin Cummings
i shall imagine life
is not worth dying,if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain
Humanity i love you
© Edward Estlin Cummings
Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both
you being in love... (XII)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
solemnly
myselves
ask "life, the question how do i drink dream smile
may i feel said he
© Edward Estlin Cummings
may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she
i thank you God for this most amazing
© Edward Estlin Cummings
i thank You God for this most amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
wich is natural which is infinite which is yes
"Gay" is the captivating cognomen
© Edward Estlin Cummings
"Gay" is the captivating cognomen of a Young Woman of cambridge,
mass.
to whom nobody seems to have mentioned ye olde freudian wish;
when i contemplate her uneyes safely ensconced in thick glass
you try if we are a gentleman not to think of(sh)
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
© Edward Estlin Cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
since feeling is first... (VII)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
i carry your heart with me
© Edward Estlin Cummings
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
The Arrivals
© Sharon Olds
I pull the bed slowly open, I
open the lips of the bed, get
the stack of fresh underpants
out of the suitcasepeach, white,
Crab
© Sharon Olds
When I eat crab, slide the rosy
rubbery claw across my tongue
I think of my mother. She'd drive down
to the edge of the Bay, tiny woman in a
