e. e. cummings

Here is one of my favorite e. e. cummings poems:

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
and 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

I really like that one.

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

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
sing small thing
dance little joy

(shine most prayer)

That last one gits me.

Oh, now you got me going… Here’s another one:love is the every only god

who spoke this earth so glad and big
even a thing all small and sad
man may his mighty briefness dig

for love beginning means return
seas who could sing so deep and strong

on queerying wave will whitely yearn
from each last shore and come home young

so truly perfectly the skys
by merciful love whispered were,
completes its brightness with your eyes

any illimitable star