I finally took time to crack open the enormous collection of e.e. cummings that my husband got me for my birthday (nearly a year ago!) I fell in love with this one; the first line is so convicting, isn’t it?
LXIII by e.e. cummings
be unto love as rain is unto colour; create
me gradually(or as these emerging now
hills invent the air)
breathe simply my each how
my trembling where my still unvisible when. Waitif i am not heart,because at least i beat
–always think i am gone like a sun which must go
sometimes,to make an earth gladly seem firm for you:
remember(as those pearls more than surround this throat)i wear your dearest fears beyond their ceaselessness
(nor has a syllable of the heart’s eager dim
enormous language loss or gain from blame or praise)
but many a thought shall die which was not born of dream
while wings welcome the year and trees dance(and i guessthough wish and world go down,one poem yet shall swim
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