Treasure Island

Edward Estlin Cummings

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

If


If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,-
........................
........................
read full text »


Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Edward Estlin Cummings's Other Poems

  • i carry your heart with me
  • maggie and milly and molly and
  • 1(a... (a leaf falls on loneli
  • i like my body when it is with
  • anyone lived in a pretty how t
  • in time of daffodils(who know
  • I Am A Beggar Always

Comments about this poem (If by Edward Estlin Cummings )

Enter the verification code :

  • Meg Tapp (9/24/2011 11:24:00 AM)

    A very poignant take on the nature of regret: how the lament of one thing being so is essentially a wish that better things may not be.. This poem speaks volumes. It's gorgeous. (Report) Reply

  • lefty the one and only (4/23/2010 4:20:00 PM)

    i love how soft and matter-of-fact that poem is. As if to say that bad things are all around, but they build who we all are and bring out the absolute good. (Report) Reply

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

New Poems

  1. The Woman, callum marvin
  2. Interior Light Shining, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  3. "Baby talk", Mark Heathcote
  4. GAZA'S TRIUMPH IS EVERYONE'S, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  5. Wondering Moments, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  6. Shadows Leading Me, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  7. Fairness!, Clarence Prince
  8. At Her Feet, Naveed Akram
  9. Enjoying Interior Sensations, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  10. Know everything at least, gajanan mishra

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Lawson


The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]