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That strictly (and how)scienti
fic land of supernod
where freedom is compulsory
and only man is God.
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Poems by Edward Estlin (E. E.) Cummings
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And nothing quite so least as truth
—I say though hate were why men breathe—
because my father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all.
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My Father Moved Through Dooms Of Love
My father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height.
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Why do you paint?
For exactly the same reason I breathe.
That's not an answer.
There isn't any answer.
How long hasn't there been any answer?
As long as I can remember.
And how long have you written?
As long as I can remember.
I mean poetry.
So do I.
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Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence.
In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you always open petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose
or if it be your wish to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly
as the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries
rendering death and forever with each breathing.
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Maggy And Milly And Molly And May
Maggy and Milly and Molly and May
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and Maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and
Milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and Molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and
May came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
its always ourselves we find in the sea.
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Love is more thicker than forget
... it is more sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky.
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Wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves.
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A man who had fallen among thieves
lay by the roadside on his back
dressed in fifteenthrate ideas
wearing a round jeer for a hat.
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Posted by: Alice Benvenuti
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I 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 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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