Category e. e. Cummings

Portraits VII

of evident invisiblesexquisite the hovering at the dark portals of hurt girl eyes sincere with wonder a poise a woundinga beautiful suppression the accurate boy mouth now droops the faun head now the intimate flower dreams of parted lipsdim upon…

Portraits VIII

thenimbleheathad long on a certaintaut precariousholidayfrighteningly performedandat tremont and bromfield ipaused a moment because on the fryingcurb thequiet facelay which had been dorothyand oncepermittedme for twentyironmenher common purple soulthe absurd eyelids sulkedenormoussobs puckered the foolish breasts thedrollmouthwilted and not old,harry,awoman…

Impressions V

  stinginggold swarmsupon the spiressilver          chants the litanies thegreat bells are ringing with rosethe lewd fat bells              and a tall windis draggingthesea withdream -S

Impressions IX

the hours rise up putting off stars and it isdawninto the street of the sky light walks scattering poems on earth a candle isextinguished the citywakeswith a song upon hermouth having death in her eyes and it is dawnthe worldgoes…

Impressions VII

  i was considering howwithin night’s loosesack a star’snibbling in- fin-i-tes-i-mal-ly devours darkness thehungry starwhichwill e -ventu-al-ly jigglethe bait ofdawn and be jerked into eternity.      when over my head ashootingstarBur s            (t   …

Impressions III

  writhe andgape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality          crackle and          sag of planes     clamors of collision collapse     As peacefully,liftedinto the awful beauty         …

Impressions II

  the sky a silverdissonance by the correctfingers of Aprilresolved               into aclutter of trite jewels now like a moth with stumbling wings flutters and flops along thegrass collides with trees andhouses and finally,butts…

La Guerre V

  O sweet spontaneousearth how often havethedoting      fingers ofprurient philosphers pinchedandpoked thee,has the naughty thumbof science proddedthy      beauty.     howoften have religions takenthee upon their scraggy kneessqueezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceivegods     …

La Guerre III

the bigness of cannonis skilful, but i have seendeath’s clever enormous voicewhich hides in a fragilityof poppies…. i say that sometimeson these long talkative animalsare laid fists of huger silence. I have seen all the silencefilled with vivid noiseless boys…

Amores I

  your little voice              Over the wires came leapingand i felt suddenlydizzy     With the jostling and shouting of merry flowerswee skipping high-heeled flamescourtesied before my eyes               …