thought i’d post a poem…

by e.e. cummings…


enters give

whose lost is his found

leading love

whose heart is her mind)


supremely whole

uplifting the,

of each where all

was is to be


welcomes welcomes

her dreams to his face

(her face his dreams

rejoice rejoice)


--opens the sun:

who music wear

burst icy known

swim ignorant fire



and time’s dead which;

falling falling

both locked in each


down a thief by

a whore dragged goes

to meet her why

she his because

so what do you think about this poem? does it make sense to  you? does it have to? or can language just be put together?  was cummings a genius or a lunatic?  i’d love to hear your thoughts.



  1. I love e.e. cummings…now this poem…I don’t know.
    But this is my fave…

    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
    not 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 soul can hope or mind can hide)
    and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

  2. love it Deb! thanks for sharing that. i purposefully posted one of e.e.’s more “lyric” poems. it was a bit abstract. i love the one you posted. may have to send that one to Amy later. haha.

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