Category e. e. Cummings

  O DistinctLady of my unkempt adorationif i have madea fragile certain song under the window of your soulit is not like any songs(the singers the othersthey have been faithful to many things and whichdiei have been sometimes trueto Nothing…

  i liketo think that onthe flower you gave me when weloved      the far—departed mouth sweetly-salutedlingers.     if one marvel seeing the hunger of mylips for a dead thing,i shall instructhim silently with becoming steps to seekyour face …

the glory is fallen out ofthe sky the last immortalleafis dead and the goldyeara formal spasmin the dustthis is the passing of all shining thingstherefore we alsoblandly into receptiveearth,O letusdescend takeshimmering windthese fragile splendors fromus crumple them hide them in…

  if i believein death be sureof thisit is because you have loved me,moon and sunsetstars and flowersgold crescendo and silver muting of seatidesi trusted not,   one nightwhen in my fingers drooped your shining bodywhen my heartsang between your perfectbreasts…

  as is the sea marvelousfrom god’shands which sent her forthto sleep upon the world and the earth withersthe moon crumblesone by onestars flutter into dust but the seadoes not changeand she goes forth out of hands andshe returns into…

  there is amoon solein the bluenight      amorous of waterstremulous,blinded with silence theundulous heaven yearns where in tense starlessnessanoint with ardorthe yellow lover stands in the dumb darksvelteandurgent      (againlove i slowlygatherof thy languorous mouth the thrillingflower)

  consider Owoman thismy body.for it has lainwith empty armsupon the giddy hillsto dream of you, approve thesefirm unsatedeyeswhich have beheld night’s speechless carnivalthe paintingof the darkwith meteors streaming from playfulimmortal handsthe burstingof the wafted stars (in time to come…

1. the emperorsleeps in a palace of porphyrywhich was a million years buildinghe takes the air in howdahof jasper beneath saffronumbrellasupon an elephanttwelve feet highbehind whose earsits always a crownedking twir-ling anankus ofebonythe fountains of the emperor’spalace run sunlight andmoonlight…

unto thee iburn incensethe bowl cracklesupon the gloom arise purple pencils fluent spires of frangrancethe bowlseethesa flutter of stars a turbulence of formsdelightful with indefinable flowering,the air isdeep with desirable flowers i thinkthou lovest incensefor in the ambigious faint aspiringsthe…

  listenbelovedi dreamed   it appeared that you thought to   escape me and become a great   lily atilt on   insolent   waters but i was aware of   fragrance and i came riding upon   a horse of porphyry into the   water i rode…