by ee cummings

[sylphbranching.livejournal.com]

(One of my absolute favorite poems ever:)


wherelings whenlings
(daughters of ifbut offspring of hopefear
sons of unless and children of almost)
never shall guess the dimension of

him whose
each
foot likes the
here of this earth

whose both
eyes
love
this now of the sky

-endlings of isn't
shall never
begin
to begin to

imagine how(only are shall be were
dawn dark rain snow rain
-bow &
a

moon
's whis-
per
in sunset

or thrushes toward dusk among whippoorwills or
tree field rock hollyhock forest brook chickadee
mountain. Mountain)
whycoloured worlds of because do

not stand against yes which is built by
forever & sunsmell
(sometimes a wonder
of wild roses

sometimes)
with north
over
the barn

Comments

[thefourtheye.livejournal.com]

And now it's one of my favorite poems too!

[karenhealey.livejournal.com]

That's gorgeous. I'd never seen it before - thank you!

Karen.