ee cummings

Two poems by ee cummings included below. I come and go with his work. Sometimes it is just right, other times it makes my head hurt. But right now it suits me well. See if some of the ideas, images, expressions, emotions makes you want to jot a little something down for 15-20 minutes or more if it keeps flowing. Enjoy.

being to timelessness as it's to time,
ee cummings

being to timelessness as it's to time,
love did no more begin than love will end:
where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim
love is the air the ocean and the land
(do lovers suffer? all divinities
proudly descending put on deathful flesh:
are lovers glad? only their smallest joy's
a universe emerging from a wish)
love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear:
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star
—do lovers love? Why then to heaven with hell.
whatever sages say and fools, all's well

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silently if,out of not knowable
ee cummings

silently if,out of not knowable
night’s utmost nothing,wanders a little guess
(only which is this world)more of my life does
not leap than with the mystery your smile
sings or if(spiraling as luminous
they climb oblivion)voices who are dreams,
less into heaven certainly earth swims
than each my deeper death becomes your kiss
losing through you what seemed myself;i find
selves unimaginably mine;beyond
sorrow’s own joys and hoping’s very fears
yours is the light by which my spirit’s born:
yours is the darkness of my soul’s return
–you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars