one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)
one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt,repaying life they're loaned;
we(by a gift called dying born)must grow
deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose,whole find
I have loved e.e. cummings and his poetry ever since I first discovered him way back when I was in college long ago. It is nice to have a kindred soul in you.
ReplyDeleteJan, I also wrote about e. e. cummings on my writing blog:
ReplyDeletehttp://wordsfromawordsmith.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-are-your-strengths-as-writer.html
Maybe I should re-post that one over here on this blog. Actually, I would have to reword it, since THIS blog is for readers, rather than writers. Hmm, I'll have to think about it.
And one more -- I also posted something else related to e. e. cummmings that I just remembered. But I think I'll just have to use it for tomorrow morning's post and surprise you.