Edward Estlin Cummings

(14 October 1894 - 3 September 1962 / Boston / United States)

Edward Estlin Cummings Poems

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7. Spring Is Like A Perhaps Hand 1/1/2004
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10. My Father Moved Through Dooms Of Love 1/1/2004
11. Pity This Busy Monster, Manunkind 1/1/2004
12. When Serpents Bargain 1/1/2004
13. Sometimes I Am Alive Because With 1/1/2004
14. Of Ever-Ever Land I Speak 1/1/2004
15. Next To Of Course God America I 1/1/2004
16. Young Woman Of Cambridge, 1/1/2004
17. Nobody Loses All The Time (X) 1/1/2004
18. My Sweet Old Etcetera 1/1/2004
19. Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 1/1/2004
20. Since Feeling Is First 1/1/2004
21. L(A 1/1/2004
22. If I 1/1/2004
23. Ballad Of The Scholar's Lament 1/1/2004
24. Buffalo Bill 1/1/2004
25. It May Not Always Be So 1/1/2004
26. I Sing Of Olaf Glad And Big 1/1/2004
27. Fl... (2) 1/1/2004
28. If I Have Made, My Lady, Intricate 1/1/2004
29. It Is At Moments After I Have Dreamed 1/1/2004
30. If Everything Happens That Can'T Be Done 1/1/2004
31. Fame Speaks 1/1/2004
32. If I Should Sleep With A Lady Called Death... (Iii) 1/1/2004
33. All In Green 1/1/2004
34. In Spite Of Everything... 1/1/2004
35. May I Feel Said He 1/1/2004
36. I Have Found What You Are Like 1/1/2004
37. In Time Of Daffodils(Who Know 1/1/2004
38. In Just- 1/1/2004
39. Anyone Lived In A Pretty How Town 1/1/2004
40. I Am A Beggar Always 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Edward Estlin Cummings

I Carry Your Heart With Me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul ...

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Fame Speaks

Stand forth,John Keats! On earth thou knew'st me not;
Steadfast through all the storms of passion,thou,
True to thy muse,and virgin to thy vow;
Resigned,if name with ashes were forgot,
So thou one arrow in the gold had'st shot!
I never placed my laurel on thy brow,
But on thy name I come to lay it now,
When thy bones wither in the earthly plot.
Fame is my name. I dwell among the clouds,

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