"i have found" by ee cummings

                i have found what you are like

        the rain,

                (Who feathers frightened fields
        with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

        easily the pale club of the wind
        and swirled justly souls of flower strike

        the air in utterable coolness

        deeds of green thrilling light
                                      with thinned

        newfragile yellows

                          lurch and.press

        -in the woods
                     which
                          stutter
                                 and

                                    sing

        And the coolness of your smile is
        stirringofbirds between my arms;but
        i should rather than anything
        have(almost when hugeness will shut
        quietly)almost,
                       your kiss

"L(A" by ee cummings

l(a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness 


Another sign of cumming's craft: the long ellipsis that conveys a deep ache.

"i carry your heart" by ee cummings

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
no 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)

"dive for dreams" by ee cummings

dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you(trees are their rootsand wind is wind)
trust your heartif the seas catch fire(and live by lovethough the stars walk backward)
honour the pastbut welcome the future(and dance your deathaway at the wedding)
never mind a worldwith its villains or heroes(for good likes girlsand tomorrow and the earth)
in spite of everythingwhich breathes and moves, since Doom(with white longest handsneating each crease)will smooth entirely our minds
-before leaving my roomi turn, and (stoopingthrough the morning) kissthis pillow, dearwhere our heads lived and were.

silently if, out of not knowable

silently if, out of not knowable
night's utmost nothing,wanders a little guess
(only which is this world)more my life does
not leap than with the mystery your smile
sings or if(spiralling as luminous
they climb oblivion)voices who are dreams,
less into heaven certainly earth swims
than each my deeper death becomes your kiss
losing through you what seemed myself,i find
selves unimaginably mine;beyond
sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears
yours is the light by which my spirit's born:
yours is the darkness of my soul's return
-you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars

"if everything happens that can't be done" by ee cummings

if everything happens that can't be done
if everything happens that can't be done
if everything happens that can't be done
(and anything's righter
than books
could plan)
the stupidest teacher will almost guess
(eith a run
skip
around we go yes)
there's nothing as something as one
one hasn't a why or because or although
(and buds know better
than books
don't grow)
one's anything old being everything new
(with a what
which
around we come who)
one's everanything so
so world is a leaf so tree is a bough
(and birds sing sweeter
than books
tell how)
so here is away and so your is a my
(with a down
up
around again fly)
forever was never till now
now i love you and you love me
(and books are shutter
than books
it is at moments after i have dreamed
can be)
and deep in the high that does nothing but fall
(with a shout
each
around we go all)
there's somebody calling who's we
we're anything brighter than even the sun
(we're everything greater
than books
might mean)
we're everyanything more than believe
(with a spin
leap
alive we're alive)
we're wonderful one times one

"2 little whos" by ee cummings

"though your sorrows not" by ee cummings

though your sorrows not

any tongue may name,

three I'll give you sweet

joys for each of them

But it must be your"

whispers that flower

murmurs eager this

"i will give you five

hopes for any fear,

but it Must be your"

perfectly alive

blossom of a bliss

"seven heavens for

just one dying,i'll

give you"  silently

cries the(whom we call

rose a)mystery

"but it must be Your"