e e cummings

Miranda, 1916 by John William Waterhouse

One of my favorite major American poets is E.E Cummings. He was known for his disregard of the use of uppercase letters. One Cummings scholars believes that on the occasions Cummings signed his name in all-lowercase, the poet may have intended it as a gesture of humility, and not as an indication that it was the preferred orthography for others to use for his name. Herein I am delighted to share with you two of my favorite poems by E.E Cummings.

stand with your lover on the ending earth-

and while a(huge which by which huger than

huge) whoing sea leaps to greenly hurl snow

suppose we could not love,dear;imagine

ourselves like living neither nor dead these

(or many thousand hearts which don't and dream

or many million minds which deep and move)

blind sands,at pitiless the mercy of

time time time time time

-how fortunate are you and i, whose home

is timelessness:we who have wondered down

from fragrant mountains of eternal now

to frolic in such mysteries as birth

and death a day(or maybe even less)

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)

Solitude by John Everett Millais

Yours Truly

Have great weekend ahead bloggers!!! Poetically Yours, Ophelia (God knows why I got encased in here...lol!) Huggsssss and kissesssss Bloggersssssss!!!!