Monday, January 13, 2014

E.E. CUMMINGS ~









45



i love you much (most beautiful darling)

more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky

—sunlight and singing welcome your coming

although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess

(except my life)the true time of year—

and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each

nearerness)everyone certainly would(my
most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love


from 95 Poems

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E.E. Cummings
Complete Poems
1904-1962
revised, corrected, and expanded edition
edited by George James Firmage
Liveright, 2013









2 comments:

Aludra said...

Cummings poems on the human condition were always my favorite. I first read one of his poems in the NYC library, it was a handwritten scrap under glass that he had written... I think this poem was influence by it: http://www.lukespartacus.com/poetry-human/

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

Is there anything more mysterious — and yet confirmed — when coming upon, in a library, or some hushed institution, a poem, under glass, written on a paper scrap?

Humbling.

Many thanks for the view
all's well, Bob