e.e.cummings poem 95

I love e.e. cummings. do you have any more obscurer poems that you like? (by anyone)

95

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

- from his book 100 Selected Poems
https://artandtheology.org/2016/04/27/i-thank-you-god-for-most-this-amazing-by-e-e-cummings/

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Montanaman · M

Brown Penny
by
William Butler Yeats

I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

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"I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself."
-D.H. Lawrence,

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The sounds, normally go unheard. But in the realm of in betweens, my heartbeat reverberates like a bass drum, my breath like that of a warm autumn breeze, and the wings of a moth, like a ceiling fan in slow motion. To behold the sound of a kiss, the feel, the touch, the taste, soft as a cloud, hard as Passion allowed. Savoring the intensity. It's a shame that other's take all this for granted, never knowing what they will miss. The rustle of anxious dreams.
And the touch of wet lip flesh upon flesh, tongues dancing, heart romancing, naked neck anticipation, yes, neck kisses sending electric signals, and they quickly travel south. A soft decadent moan from your mouth...
And the rustle of anxious dreams.

-Kelly (Me)
Montana😎

Abstraction · 61-69, M

@Montanaman A brilliant selection. Sorry is that last section yours? Not many people can really muster words into a truly poetic shape where the syllablesand sounds and images dance against each other. As you have there.

Montanaman · M

@Abstraction Thank you, on Both.
Yes, that last one is All Mine.