Here is one of my favorite e. e. cummings poems:
may my heart always be open to little may my mind stroll about hungry and may myself do nothing usefully |
Here’s another:love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all placesyes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds |
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Or this one:(sitting in a tree-) o small you sitting in a tree-sitting in a treetopriding on a greenestriding on a greener (o little i) riding on a leaf o least who (shine most prayer) |
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That last one gits me.
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Oh, now you got me going… Here’s another one:love is the every only god
who spoke this earth so glad and big for love beginning means return on queerying wave will whitely yearn so truly perfectly the skys any illimitable star |