moan... (7) in
General
moan
(is)
ing
the she of the
sea
un
der a who
a he a moon a
magic out
of the black this which of
one street leaps quick
squirmthicklying lu
minous night
mare som
e w
hereanynoevery
ing(danc)ing
wills&weres
By
e.e. cummings
Tell Your Friends About It |
Print This Poem Comments
You should be logged in to be able to leave comments
Other poems by e.e. cummings:
!blac... (1) "Gay" is the captivating cognomen (and i imagine... (XII) (Me up at does) (will you teach a... (12) )when what hugs stopping earth than silent is... ( 1(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness) 2 little whos a light Out) a man who had fallen among thieves a pretty a day a total stranger one black day all ignorance toboggans into know All in green went my love riding am was. anyone lived in a pretty how town as freedom is a breakfastfood because i love you)last night between the breasts but if a living dance upon dead minds but the other dead every enourmous piece Doveglion dying is fine)but Death ecco a letter starting"dearest we" enter no Epithalamion Fame Speaks fl... (2) flotsam and jetsam FOREWARD, is 5 gee i like to think of dead guilt is the cause of more disorders hate blows a bubble of despair into Humanity i love you I Am A Beggar Always i am a little church i am so glad and very i carry your heart with me i go to this window i have found what you are like i like my body when it is with your i shall imagine life i sing of Olaf glad and big i thank you God for most this amazing if i have made,my lady,intricate if I should sleep with a lady called death if there are any heavens my mother will if you like my poems let them in a middle of a room in Just- in spite of everything in time of daffodils into the strenuous briefness INTRODUCTION from New Poems it is at moments after I have dreamed it may not always be so Jehovah buried,Satan dead, l(a lily has a rose listen... (III) Little Tree love is a place... (58) maggie and milly and molly and may Marianne Moore (35) may i feel said he may my heart always be open to little... (19) moan... (7) mrs... (15) my father moved through dooms of love my love is building a building... (XII) my mind is... (XXV) my sweet old etcetera... (X) n(o)w... next to of course god america i... (III) nobody loses all the time (X) nobody loved this... (4) nothing false and possible is love... (XXXIV) Now i lay(with everywhere around)... (44) now is a ship... (9) now what were motionless move(exists no... (89) O sweet spontaneous of all the blessings which to man... (IV) Of Nicolette once like a spark... (XXIV) ordinary wind is winding(cold face blush Picasso... (XXIII) pity this busy monster,manunkind... (XIV) Poem, Or Beauty Hurts Mr. Vinal proud of his scientific attitude... (13) r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r red-rag and pink-flag... (11) Seeker Of Truth she being Brand... (XIX) silence... (40) since feeling is first... (VII) six... (21) Skating (4) Snow Sometimes I Am Alive Because With somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond speaking of love(of... (LV) spoke joe to jack... (10) Spring is like a perhaps hand spring omnipotent goddess Thou suppose... (VIII) supposing i dreamed this)... (IX) the boys i mean are not refined the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls the Noster was a ship of swank... (8) the way to hump a cow is not... (14) there is a here and... (19) this evangelist... (XXIX) this is the garden: colours come and go,... (IX) Thy fingers make early flowers of... (IV) Tumbling-hair/ picker of buttercups/ violets... (V up into the silence the green... (41) voices to voices,lip to lip... (XXXIII) warped this perhapsy... (9) what if a much of a which of a wind... (XX) when faces called flowers float out of the ground. when god lets my body be when hair falls off and eyes blur And... (L) when life is quite through with... (II) when serpents bargain for the right to squirm... ( who sharpens every dull... (26) why did you go... (IV) yes is a pleasant country... (XXXVIII) yonder deadfromtheneckup graduate... (V) you being in love... (XII) you said Is (XIII) you shall above all things... (22) youful... (17) your little voice... (I)
Poetic People is a service mark of Broken Entity Media.