starry nights and silvery dreams

as is the sea marvelous e.e. cummings

as is the sea marvelous

from god’s

hands which sent her forth

to sleep upon the world

and the earth withers

the moon crumbles

one by one

stars flutter into dust

but the sea

does not change

and she goes forth out of hands and

she returns into hands

and is with sleep…

love,

the breaking

of your soul upon

my lips

life is not a paragraph

keep art alive; art by tiffs

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. don't cry
-the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

and death i think is no parenthesis

e.e. cummings

reincarnated song

keep art alive; art by kukula

o thou to whom the musical white spring

offers her lily inextinguishable,

taught by thy tremulous grace bravely to fling

implacable death's mysteriously sable

rob from her redolent shoulders,

thou from whose

feet reincarnate song suddenly leaping

flameflung, mounts, inimitably to lose

herself where the wet stars softly are keeping

their exquisite dreams -

o love! upon thy dimshrine of intangible commemoration,

(from whose faint close as some grave languorous hymn

pledge to illimitable dissipation

unhurried clouds of incense fleetly roll)

i spill my bright incalculable soul.

o thou to whom the musical white spring ~ e.e. cummings