Thursday, April 18, 2013

this poem

this poem 

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 far 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


Kay said...

sigh......just wonderful...x

steven said...

isn't it a beautiful piece of writing!!!! steven