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the boys i mean are not refined

© Edward Estlin Cummings

the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a fuck for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:

© Edward Estlin Cummings

one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more

gee i like to think of dead it means nearer because deeper firmer
since darker than little round water at one end of the well it's
too cool to be crooked and it's too firm to be hard but it's sharp
and thick and it loves, every old thing falls in rosebugs and
jackknives and kittens and pennies they all sit there looking at
each other having the fastest time because they've never met before

guilt is the cause of more disorders

© Edward Estlin Cummings

guilt is the cause of more disorders
than history's most obscene marorders

nothing false and possible is love... (XXXIV)

© Edward Estlin Cummings

nothing false and possible is love
(who's imagined,therefore is limitless)
love's to giving as to keeping's give;
as yes is to if,love is to yes

I Am A Beggar Always

© Edward Estlin Cummings

(slightly smiling, patient, unspeaking
with a sign on his
chest
BLIND)yes i

nobody loved this... (4)

© Edward Estlin Cummings

nobody loved this
he)with its
of eye stuck
into a rock of

my love is building a building... (XII)

© Edward Estlin Cummings

my love is building a building
around you, a frail slippery
house, a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning

pity this busy monster,manunkind... (XIV)

© Edward Estlin Cummings

plays with the bigness of his littleness
-electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extend

why did you go... (IV)

© Edward Estlin Cummings

why did you go
little fourpaws?
you forgot to shut
your big eyes.

who knows if the moon's... (VII)

© Edward Estlin Cummings

who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

my girl's tall with hard long eyes... (XIX)

my girl's tall with hard long eyes
as she stands, with her long hard hands keeping
silence on her dress, good for sleeping
is her long hard body filled with surprise

i go to this window

just as day dissolves
when it is twilight(and
looking up in fear

silence... (40)

.is
a
looking

you shall above all things... (22)

you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear

it will become you;and if you are glad

nobody loses all the time (X)

i had an uncle named
Sol who was a born failure and
nearly everybody said he should have gone
into vaudeville perhaps because my Uncle Sol could
sing McCann He Was A Diver on Xmas Eve like Hell Itself which
may or may not account for the fact that my Uncle