Edward Estlin Cummings
Born in October 14, 1894 / Died in September 3, 1962 / United States / English
Poems by Edward Estlin Cummings
guilt is the cause of more disorders
... guilt is the cause of more disorders than history's most obscene marorders ...
gee i like to think of dead
... nd nobody expects you to anywaydead says come with me he says(andwhyevernot)into the round well and ...
one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:
... or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)one is the song which fiends and angels sing: ...
the boys i mean are not refined
... they kill like you would take a pissthey speak whatever's on their mind ...
my mind is... (XXV)
... nevertheless i feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming ...
but the other
... partaken softly at whose gate smile ...
Fame Speaks
... The sweets Of earth I know not,more the pains,but wing ...
buy me an ounce and i'll sell you a pound.
... in, girls) yours is mineeither was deafer than neither was dumb ...
moan... (7)
... a he a moon a magic outof the black this which of ...
all ignorance toboggans into know
... --tomorrow is our permanent addressand there they'll scarcely find us(if they do, ...
supposing i dreamed this)... (IX)
... is to peer through windows,unobserved-listen,for(out of all ...
!blac... (1)
... ?t rees whic h from dropped ...
listen... (III)
... of heaven through day and space i saw you close ...
flotsam and jetsam
... itarian fetish that man isn't wumanvive the millenni ...
hate blows a bubble of despair into
... love makes the little thickness of the coincomes here a man would have from madame death ...
