Thy Fingers Make Early Flowers Of (ee cummings)
Thy fingers make early flowers of
all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
sings,saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear,we will go amaying
1
.
thy whitest feet crisply
2
are straying.
Always
thy moist eyes are at kisses playing,
whose strangeness much
says;singing
(though love be a day)
for which girl art thou flowers bringing?
To be thy lips is a sweet thing
and small.
Death,thee i call rich beyond wishing
if this thou catch,
else missing.
(though love be a day
and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing).
r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r (ee cummings)
r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r
who
a)s w(e loo)k
upnowgath
PPEGORHRASS
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aThe):l
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S a
(r
rIvInG .gRrEaPsPhOs)
to
rea(be)rran(com)gi(e)ngly
,grasshopper;
O sweet spontaneous (ee cummings)
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
1
Amay: dismay
2
Crisply: in a well delineated manner
doting
3
fingers of
prurient
4
philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
5
thy
beauty .how
oftn have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy
6
knees
squeezing and
buffeting
7
thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
pity this busy monster, manunkind' (ee cummings)
pity this busy monster, manunkind,
not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)
plays with the bigness of his littleness
--- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
3
Dote: be foolish or senile due to old age
4
Prurient: characterized by lust
5
Prod: to push someone or something quickly with your finger, or with an object that has a long thin end
6
Scraggy: very thin, especially so thin that you see the shapes of bones sticking out
7
Buffet: to keep hitting against something with a lot of force
is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh
and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical
ultraomnipotence. We doctors know
a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go
"next to of course god america I (ee cummings)
"next to of course god america i
love you land of the pilgrims' and so forth oh
say can you see by the dawn's early my
country 'tis of centuries come and go
and are no more what of it we should worry
in every language even deafanddumb
thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry
by jingo
8
by gee by gosh by gum
why talk of beauty what could be more beaut-
iful than these heroic happy dead
who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter
they did not stop to think they died instead
then shall the voice of liberty be mute?"
He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water
love is more thicker than forget (ee cummings)
love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
8
Jingo: an extreme bellicose nationalist
as freedom is a breakfastfood (ee cummings)
as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills
9
are from mountains made
long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame
as hatracks into peachtrees grow
or hopes dance best on bald mens hair
and every finger is a toe
and any courage is a fear
long enough and just so long
will the impure think all things pure
and hornets wail by children stung
or as the seeing are the blind
and robins never welcome spring
nor flatfolk prove their world is round
nor dingsters die at break of dong
and commons rare and millstones float
long enough and just so long
tomorrow will not be too late
worms are the words but joys the voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
time is a tree(this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough
2 little whos
2 little whos
(he and she)
under are this
wonderful tree
smiling stand
(all realms of where
and when beyond)
now and here
(far from a grown
-up i&you-
ful world of known)
who and who
(2 little ams
and over them this
9
Molehill: a small pile of dirt made by a mole digging underground
aflame with dreams
incredible is)
