Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership




along the brittle treacherous bright streets

Comment on along the brittle treacherous bright streets and see more Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings poems below.

Written by: Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings | Biography
| Poems
 | Quotes |
along the brittle treacherous bright streets

of memory comes my heart singing like
an idiot whispering like drunken man

who(at a certain corner suddenly)meets
the tall policeman of my mind.
awake being not asleep elsewhere our dreams began which now are folded:but the year completes his life as a forgotten prisoner -"Ici?"-"Ah non mon chéri;il fait trop froid"- they are gone:along these gardens moves a wind br inging rain and leaves filling the air with fear and sweetness.
.
.
.
pauses.
(Halfwhispering.
.
.
.
half singing stirs the always smiling chevaux de bois) when you were in Paris we met here


Comment below this ad.

Top Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings Poems

Comments