10 April 2009


just because i just read this and thought it was perfect.  by e e cummings:

the hours rise up putting off stars and it is 
into the street of the sky light walks scattering poems  

on earth a candle is 
extinguished  the city 
with a song upon her mouth 
having death in her eyes  

and it is dawn
the world 
goes forth to murder dreams….  

i see in the street where strong 
men are digging bread 
and i see the brutal faces of 
people contented hideous hopeless cruel happy  

and it is day,  

in the mirror 
i see a frail man 
dreams in the mirror  

and it 
is dusk  on earth  

a candle is lighted 
and it is dark. 
the people are in their houses 
the frail man is in his bed 
the city  

sleeps with death upon her mouth having a song in her eyes 
the hours descend, 
putting on stars….  

in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems


  1. ee cummings has really grown on me over the years. This one is my favorite:

    somewhere i have never travelled

    somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
    any experience, your eyes have their silence:
    in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
    or which i cannot touch because they are too near

    your slightest look easily will unclose me
    though i have closed myself as fingers,
    you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
    (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

    or if your wish be to close me, i and
    my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
    as when the heart of this flower imagines
    the snow carefully everywhere descending;

    nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
    the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
    compels me with the colour of its countries,
    rendering death and forever with each breathing

    (i do not know what it is about you that closes
    and opens; only something in me understands
    the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
    nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

  2. I too love both of these! A couple of my favorite cummings. Love, love love.