in a middle of a room
stands a suicide
sniffing a Paper rose
smiling to a self
"somewhere it is Spring and sometimes
people are in real:imagine
somewhere real flowers,but
I can't imagine real flowers for if I
could,they would somehow
not Be real"
(so he smiles
smiling)"but I will not
everywhere be real to
you in a moment"
The is blond
with small hands
"& everything is easier
than I had guessed everything would
be;even remembering the way who
looked at whom first,anyhow dancing"
(a moon swims out of a cloud
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)
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I love e.e. cummings. it's so wonderful...His poetry is just amazing. It never fails to make me think and is always interesting.
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mm.. i think this is my favorite poem ever. so very poignant. I love the way that the reader has to read it over and over to understand the meaning of it. I've read it so many times and I'm still not sure of whether I understand it. He just depicts it so well, the entire situation. How lovely, how marvelously lovely.
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this piece is so captivating,the way that it is able to describe the act,it just hits home.
i love e.e. cummings because he can dance around the obvious, but still make it so clear.
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