Love poems
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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
gee i like to think of dead
© Edward Estlin Cummings
gee i like to think of dead it means nearer because deeper firmer
since darker than little round water at one end of the well it's
too cool to be crooked and it's too firm to be hard but it's sharp
and thick and it loves, every old thing falls in rosebugs and
jackknives and kittens and pennies they all sit there looking at
each other having the fastest time because they've never met before
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
I Am A Beggar Always
© Edward Estlin Cummings
(slightly smiling, patient, unspeaking
with a sign on his
chest
BLIND)yes i
nobody loved this... (4)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
nobody loved this
he)with its
of eye stuck
into a rock of
my love is building a building... (XII)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
my love is building a building
around you, a frail slippery
house, a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning
who knows if the moon's... (VII)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
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
if everything happens that can't be done
© Edward Estlin Cummings
if everything happens that can't be done
(and anything's righter
than books
could plan)
but if a living dance upon dead minds
© Edward Estlin Cummings
but if a living dance upon dead minds
why,it is love;but at the earliest spear
of sun perfectly should disappear
moon's utmost magic,or stones speak or one
lily has a rose
© Edward Estlin Cummings
lily has a rose
(i have none)
"don't cry dear violet
you may take mine"
it may not always be so
© Edward Estlin Cummings
if this should be,i say if this should be-
you of my heart,send me a little word;
that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
speaking of love(of... (LV)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
speaking of love(of
which Who knows the
meaning;or how dreaming
becomes
all which isn't singing is mere talking
© Edward Estlin Cummings
all which isn't singing is mere talking
and all talking's talking to oneself
(whether that oneself be sought or seeking
master or disciple sheep or wolf)
next to of course god america i... (III)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
"next to of course god america i
love you land of the pilgrims' and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn's early my
country tis of centuries come and go
Sometimes I Am Alive Because With
© Edward Estlin Cummings
when, her mouth suddenly rising, wholly
begins with mine fiercely to fool
(and from my thighs which shrug and pant
a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she
carries in a gesture of her hips)
may my heart always be open to little... (19)
© Edward Estlin Cummings
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
All in green went my love riding
© Edward Estlin Cummings
All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
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
