e.e.cummings is probably my most favorite writer as of right now. his words are odd, his meanings unclear, however, one who reads his poetry will definitely be inspired. here are a few of his works, with my favorite of his being first ...

e.e.cummings has many poems that mean nothing to the reader, however, they force the mind to think. at least that's how i see it. there's so many poets out there that really have no clue as to "how" to write, but then again, who's the queen of telling people how to write? e.e.cummings has a lot of poetry that seems as though it's written to make people analyze it as one might do in school. then there's other poems that make perfect sense. the ability of one to express how he/she feels through words is truly, in my eyes, extraordinary. i'm not one to be able to compose something in the blink of an eye, but when i have feelings, they are sure to get written down sometime or another .. .. enjoy ..

when faces called flowers

when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having--
but keeping is downward and doubting and never
--it's april( yes, april; my darling ) it's spring!
yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly
yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
(yes the mountains are dancing together)


when every leaf opens without any sound
and wishing is having and having is giving--
but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense
---alive; we're alive, dear it's( kiss me now)spring!
now the pretty birds hover so he and so she
now the little fish quiver so you and so i
(now the mountains are dancing, the mountains)


when more than was lost has been found has been found
and having is giving and giving is living--
but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
---it's spring( all our night becomes day)o, it's spring!
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
(all the mountains are dancing; are dancing)



in time of daffodils

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how


in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of walking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)


in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes


in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)


and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me




may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
now said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome? said he
ummm said she)
you're divine! said he
(you are Mine said she)