i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
E.E. CummingsThat which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.
E.E. CummingsLike the burlesque comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement.
E.E. Cummingsone pierced moment whiter than the rest
-turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility
i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
--i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness
around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
--i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing
winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)
Tags: poetry-church
Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.
E.E. CummingsKisses are a better fate than wisdom.
E.E. CummingsTags: pretties
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
E.E. CummingsI carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
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