July 3, 2014
"(let’s go said he not too far said she what’s too far said he where you are said she.)"

  E. E. Cummings ("May I Feel Said He" )

He wants you to pause and think about it.

Erotic Poems by E.E. Cummings

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February 25, 2014
"the snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches"

— e. e. cummings

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February 14, 2014
cummings for Valentine's Day

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again…

e.e. cummings

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June 7, 2013

A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often.

I also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like.

I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking.

And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.


— e.e. cummings

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October 15, 2012

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October 14, 2012
"I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness"

E.E. Cummings  - born on this day in 1894.

October 14, 2012
happy birthday e.e.

It’s the birthday of poet E.E. Cummings born in Cambridge, Massachusetts (1894).

By the end of the 1950s, he had become the most popular poet in America. He loved performing, and loved the applause, and the last few years of his life were the happiest. He died on September 3, 1962.

In the first edition of his Complete Poems, he wrote in the preface,

"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. […] You and I are human beings; most people are snobs."

love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky

January 1, 2012
53 for 2012

"53" a poem by E. E. Cummings to start off 2012

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

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
for even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

(Source: writersalmanac.publicradio.org)

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