Poems by e.e. cummings

e.e. cummings

(10/14/1894 - 9/3/1962)

(and i imagine (XII)	)when what hugs stopping earth than silent is
All in green my love went riding	anyone lived in a pretty how town
Buffalo Bill's	but if a living dance upon dead minds
buy me an ounce and i'll sell you a pound.	dead every enourmous piece
dying is fine)but Death	The Eagle
i have found what you are like	i love you much(most beautiful darling)
If	if i believe
in Just-	it is at moments after i have dreamed
it may not always be so;and i say	may i feel said he
Me up at does	nobody loses all the time
O sweet spontaneous	this is the garden:colours come and go,
Thy fingers make early flowers	unto thee i
when god lets my body be	when life is quite through with
Where's Madge then,