and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves
e.e. cummings (1894 – 1962)
Dear PINK’s
Today three times e.e. cummings – for the glory of the Spring:
yes is a pleasant country: if's wintry (my lovely) let's open the year both is the very weather (not either) my treasure, when violets appear love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one (and april's where we're)
from the volume 1 x 1, 1944
since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all the flowers. Don't cry - the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph and death i think is no parenthesis
from the volume iS 5, 1926
up into the silence the green silence with a white earth in it you will(kiss me)go out into the morning the young morning with a warm world in it (kiss me)you will go on into the sunlight the fine sunlight with a firm day in it you will go(kiss me down into your memory and a memory and memory i)kiss me,(will go)
from the volume 50 poems, 1940
PINK NOT DEAD!
maurycy
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