for him

here’s to opening and upward

here’s to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your (in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain

and here’s to silent certainly mountains;and to
a disappearing poet of always,snow
and to morning;and to morning’s beautiful friend
twilight (and a first dream called ocean)and

let must or if be damned with whomever’s afraid
down with ought with because with every brain
which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel(but up
with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness)

here’s to one undiscoverable guess
of whose mad skill each world of blood is made
(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon

Edward Estlin Cummings

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  1. November 13, 2010 at 10:15 pm

    Ahhhhh….e.e.cummings! I love his poetry. I don't think that I've ever read anything by him that I don't like. Great post.


  2. November 20, 2010 at 11:15 am

    how lovely indeed…


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