)when what hugs stopping earth than silent is
more silent than more than much more is or
total sun oceaning than any this
tear jumping from each most least eye of star
and without was if minus and shall be
immeasurable happenless unnow
shuts more than open could that every tree
or than all life more death begins to grow
end's ending then these dolls of joy and grief
these recent memories of future dream
these perhaps who have lost their shadows if
which did not do the losing spectres mime
until out of merely not nothing comes
only one snowflake(and we speak our names
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")when what hugs stopping earth than silent is" was read by dominoes of someone else having done so. It doees makes so incorporative marks for thoughts of trains so to speak on contemplation to be foloowed while a reconstruction of it is before us... and isn't that when panting at the piano prompts a poem, when we're finishing a thought provoking idea in activity in our mind -- thus the eh of the parentheses closed, entering rewinding, capturing the sputtering beginning rather than the puttering of traditionally putting down on pasper or turning it in. It reminds me of Mozart's sheets having stains on them, showing simultaneous involvement for sparks of creativity. Controllable as beautiful then becomes the question.
This one had a look of an orchestra asking one to take off the coat or sleeve to stay for the title, and you'll be ok and get warm for the music.
The curve of the bracket back up with the subject of hugs next to the opposite direction is subject that helps pause what could be remembered or who is left out from feeling a "stopping earth" or non spinning world of society and that earlier 'ear mark' plays in so well for the spelled way of "than silence is" as placed as then you're hearing quiet beyond still life.
Yeah, each can do this.
the sunshine is for everending navigability and with its tides of shadows by side flow storms on the term "oceaning" for him, maybe, with breezes not an eraser but what can transpose so the spreader of light could start weather and the glow in relationships are immediately brought up with "tear" that's not retread but not dissolved if solved.
I feel like at a stairway that looks like a skislope.
The second stanza is a quotient of which we take from past and future calculations, and without forks in roads for divisions "immeasurable happenless unnow" which is unequevically human to not just be in the moment or strictly professionally in a write! Locating time and not rythm is "death begins to grow" just as our shortness of the target is about, thinking it's extractable anymore than cofactors of a food, a so called new year drama's just with days to do and consider by.
it isn't a spiel but application when wasters of existence are without prearation puppets but masters at making us go as garbage "these perhaps who have lost their shadows if
which did not do the losing spectres mime" when inresurrectable recourse can be by getting caught up in cloth when it clocks "recent memories of future dream" indescribably. Is there a pointer of prioity and then additionals?
The purity of the finish, I perceive with that the breath in a cooled polarized speech of goals may call out pristinely one's identity to do right as the order of it is found in an opportunity's sparkling for a short time. Fresh frustration will be gone, from which we can build sometimes "out of merely not nothing comes" and just enough is energy or energizing to go towards the decisions needed for design, I deemed it as such. -
i love e.e cummings. this is why....
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This is so beautiful. I love all of e. e. cummings' poetry, he has such an amazing way with words. I love the line "tear jumping from each most least eye of star" and I also love the word "oceaning," how he turns such an ordinary noun into a verb. The last line is also really beautiful - "only one snowflake(and we speak our names" just sounds so poetic, and I love his use of parentheses in this by sort of bookending it. Amazing!
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