e.e. cummings

[spookytoast_227]

you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
Looking into
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.
….and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand(which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl’s
breast,
lightly)
Do you

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[jbinja_theninja]

that is beautful

[eatingxmemories]

e.e. cummings is my favorite poet. Now Does Our World Descend is my favorite poem, fi you ever feel like looking at it! :)

[spookytoast_227]

He is my favorite as well ^_^ I like Now Does Our World Descend because it is so subtley inspiring, nothing about it feels overdone but it is still really powerful.

[lap_otter]

I like, especially, the bold part at the end, because it's... hm.

Do you beleive in always (in god in religion in forever in the afterlife in any of those things that can't be proven)

and the answer comes back

I am too busy with my flowers (my children my work my self my loves my own real life now) to believe (to worry about those things).

Does this have a title?

[spookytoast_227]

That is my favorite part too, but I feel the need to tell you that I bolded it not him, as e.e. cummings is really finicky about how he punctuates his pieces and it seems like something he might get pissed about, lol.

[lap_otter]

I had figured as much. I haven't read much of his, but a friend uses it in his away messages and he gets angry when people correct them.

[lap_otter]

(and something ugly and unrelated that shouldn't go here but this is probably the fastest way to get to you)

I want to borrow the green necklace my mom and I made for you so that I can take a picture of it. I'd like to have pictures of all the necklaces I've made, so if you can get hold of Teresa for me--I don't have any contact info for her--it would be a huge help. Also, come get your DS charger before I lose it.

Thanks! and love!

[spookytoast_227]

I'll bring it by later today, accompanied with Tisa's phone number. The poem just uses the first line as a title.