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E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

my sweet old etcetera

my sweet old etcetera

my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recent


war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybo…

550
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

nobody loses all the time (X)

nobody loses all the time (X)

nobody loses all the time


i had an uncle named
Sol who was a born failure and
nearly everybody said he sh…

580
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

my father moved through dooms of love

my father moved through dooms of love

my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each n…

615
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may

maggie and milly and molly and may

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)


and maggie discovered a shell …

924
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

in time of daffodils(who know

in time of daffodils(who know

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how


in time of lilac…

462
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

it may not always be so

it may not always be so

it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers cl…

648
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

If I have made, my lady, intricate

If I have made, my lady, intricate

If I have made, my lady, intricate
imperfect various things chiefly which wrong
your eyes (frailer than most deep drea…

585
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

in just

in just


in Justspring
when the world is mudluscious
the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee


and eddieandbill c…

625
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

i sing of Olaf glad and big

i sing of Olaf glad and big

i sing of Olaf glad and big
whose warmest heart recoiled at war:
a conscientious object-or


his wellbelovéd …

703
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

if everything happens that can't be done

if everything happens that can't be done

if everything happens that can't be done
(and anything's righter
than books
could plan)
the stupides…

660
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

Fame Speaks

Fame Speaks

Stand forth,John Keats! On earth thou knew'st me not;
Steadfast through all the storms of passion,thou,
True to thy muse,and virgin to thy vo…

578
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

i have found what you are like

i have found what you are like

i have found what you are like
the rain

(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wield…

551
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

Ballad of the Scholar's Lament

Ballad of the Scholar's Lament

When I have struggled through three hundred years
of Roman history, and hastened o'er
Some French play-(though I have my p…

611
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

all in green

all in green

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.


Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling …

620
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Wraith

Wraith


"Thin Rain, whom are you haunting,
That you haunt my door?"
—Surely it is not I she's wanting;
Someone living here before—…

393
E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings

(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness)

(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness)

1(a


le
af
fa
ll


s)
one
l


iness

938
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Wild Swans

Wild Swans

I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And what did I see I had not seen before?
Only a question less or a question more:

340
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay

When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins

When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins

When we are old and these rejoicing veins
Are frosty channels to a muted stream,
And out of all our burning the…

420
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay

When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face

When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face

When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
Save by the mists of bright…

400
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay

We Talk of Taxes...

We Talk of Taxes...

We talk of taxes, and I call you friend;
Well, such you are, -- but well enough we know
How thick about us root, how rankly grow

337
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay

To Those Without Pity

To Those Without Pity

Cruel of heart, lay down my song,
Your reading eyes have done me wrong,
Not for you was the pen bitten,
And the mind wrung, a…

364
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Two Sonnets In Memory

Two Sonnets In Memory

(Nicola Sacco -- Bartolomeo Vanzetti)
Executed August 23, 1927


I


As men have loved their lovers in ti…

348
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay

To A Poet That Died Young

To A Poet That Died Young

Minstrel, what have you to do
With this man that, after you,
Sharing not your happy fate,
Sat as England's Laureate?

328
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay

To Kathleen

To Kathleen

Still must the poet as of old,
In barren attic bleak and cold,
Starve, freeze, and fashion verses to
Such things as flowers and song an…

366