Love poems
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This
© Ralph Angel
Today, my love,
leaves are thrashing the wind
just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab
forbidding city,
Even Because
© Ralph Angel
not dead but deeper, wrapped up in curtains, a different color,
among the railings and the pigeons, the rooftops and
walls
Where's Madge then,
© Edward Estlin Cummings
Where's Madge then,
Madge and her men?
buried with
Alice in her hair,
(but if you ask the rain
he'll not tell where.)
now what were motionless move(exists no... (89)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
miracle mightier than this:to feel)
poor worlds must merely do,which then are done;
and whose last doing shall not quite undo
such first amazement as a leaf-here's one
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
Marianne Moore (35)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
M in a vicious world-to love virtue
A in a craven world-to have courage
R in a treacherous world-to prove loyal
I in a wavering world-to stand firm
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
yes is a pleasant country... (XXXVIII)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
yes is a pleasant country:
if's wintry
(my lovely)
let's open the year
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
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.
a light Out
© Edward Estlin Cummings
--who therefor Thee(once and once only,Queen
among centuries universes between
Who out of deeplyness rose to undeath)
my father moved through dooms of love
© Edward Estlin Cummings
my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height
when god lets my body be
© Edward Estlin Cummings
when god lets my body beFrom each brave eye shall sprout a tree
fruit dangles therefromthe purpled world will dance upon
Between my lips which did singa rose shall beget the spring
that maidens whom passions wasteswill lay between their little breasts
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-
