Archive for the ‘e. e. Cummings’ Category

your victim(death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
-electrons deifying one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extend…

–the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms…

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you…

Laboratory studies have shown that the female Song Sparrow is attracted not just to the song itself, but to how well it reflects the ability of the male to learn…

A world made
is not a world of born-pity poor flesh

and trees,poor stars and stones,but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical…

all history’s a winter sport or three:
but if it were five,i’d still insist that all
history is too small for even me;
for me and you,exceedingly too small…