Best Cummings Poems

  E.E.CUMMINGS AND I


I remember a beautiful, Spring
day in Chicago.
Sitting on my lover's lap.
His eyes as lovely as the spring-
green trees tapping gently on my
living room windows.
His lips velvety as the roses on
Montrose Avenue, that day in May

And, I, reading him, E.E. Cummings
poem, "Since...

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believe you me sirandmiss
a country made of this
youIItthem(a blended cocktail conspiracy)

you, Land of Calvin
Klein peacoat peacocks and Maybelline
Girl with cryproof mascara dripping(fashion
-first step lacking substance(of you
I sing: land of Oliver North and Ellen Degenerous
land of malcontent:singing(quietly)humming
cooking cuisine in add-one-minute-microwave

fashion.  Shaving with grandfathers
dull razors: regifted...

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somewhere i have never traveled, 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...

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An off-day for the quill: I’m channel surfing
from a carpeted beach beneath beveled
canopy.  My legs haplessly dangle flung
overboard crossing a comfortable
black leather partition provided by Sears.
On CNN there’s a bow legged French horn
wearing white face apologizing for American
abundance above the ticking measures
of Cold War...

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Dennis Cummings

1844-1920

To my friends of the 41st Infantry!

My men, my brave brothers from Wisconsin, are invited!

Invited RSVP to my domesticated, but dignified digs

On south Milton Street in Whittier town,

There, above the tracks of the Southern Pacific

There, surrounded by my better half’s tulips and pumpkins

There, surrounded...

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i have wandered the dusty back roads of my youth
      cut through cotton fields that screamed their brutal truth
           crossed the burning sticky blacktops in bare feet
   ...

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There was a poem that tugged at my mind,
Things I have thought time after time.
When I was at my lowest,as deep as I could get,
Way down at the bottom is where I thought I set.
But then I looked around,seen some things I never seen,
Alot of...

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Almost every day I think of you,
My sweetheart all the time.
You are that special someone,

Can’t live without your chime.
Underneath the oak tree,
Morning noon or night.
My Amy Cummings sits,
I think of her tonight.
Nothing can come between us,
Goodness fills are hearts,
Still I stop and ask myself,”” why...

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here came cummings at thirteen

an iconoclast when ikons (in a

russian sense) for me only

could stimulate edward estlin with his

speakeasy disdain at a time when

cash and cosby still swayed liberated

my captive sensibility but wait

there

was

more…

williams with his wheel barrow

red rain and white chickens

so much depended on joyces

confabulation...

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               10/7/2023



A classical poet, indeed, you are not.
An intellectual poet, spare me the lot!!

Fingers that knew well,humanity’s heart .
Poetry that freed me from, dead stoic art .

Freedom to be, who we...

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e e cummings a poet, i be
 this is how i found my u s p
in verse to be so 'original'
lower case & in the vertical...

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a pencil, slender and sleek,
whispers secrets on the page,
its graphite tip, a dancer's toe,
tracing lines of thought, unencumbered.

it dances across the paper's stage,
twirling and swirling in graceful arcs,
a silent symphony of words and shapes,
unfolding the mysteries of the mind.

its lead, a conductor's baton,
conducting the orchestra...

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emotions are coursing over gnarled Travertine rocks 
surreal 
tears are my broken dream’s shards 
scattered on a barren soil

as my beloved rests in eternal sleep 
I opine
the lizard should have waited with his message 
cursed be the chameleon
may his slumbers forever 
be haunted 
 
my tears...

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since writing is being,
who the hell am I, 
measuring meter,
caring about perfect rhyme,
an attention seeker
trying to impress

writing is being
breathing
unreeling 
unraveling
unearthing
seeing 
hearing 
smelling
touching
feeling
e.e. 
        ("since feeling is first
         he who pays...

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