since feeling is first

Poems by e. e. cummings. Over time, almost all of his poems will make it to this site. If you're looking for a specific poem and I haven't posted it yet, you can contact me to request it; or, there is a huge database here.

[eecummings]

hello! do you, by any chance, know what's the title of the poem by e.e. cummingsthat goes "two faces at a dark window"? thank you so much! (:

Most e.e. cummings poems are titled after their first line. The one you're looking for is "who is are who". :)

[eecummings]

could you post 'somewhere i have never travelled' please? if you haven't posted it before (i searched it and nothing came up) x

That poem can be found here. 

A note to all: tumblr's built-in search function simply doesn't work. If you want to see if I've posted something before, the best way is to go straight to the archives and skim through the postings. It shouldn't take long to find what you're looking for!

[thelifeguardlibrarian]

since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry —the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life’s not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

"since feeling is first" by e. e. cummings, born on this day in 1864. (via thelifeguardlibrarian)

Happy birthday to a lifechanging poet!

[eecummings]

it is at moments after i have dreamed of the rare entertainment of your eyes, when(being fool to fancy)i have deemed with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise; at moments when the glassy darkness holds the genuine apparition of your smile (it was through tears always)and silence moulds such strangeness as was mine a little while; moments when my once more illustrious arms are filled with fascination, when my breast wears the intolerant brightness of your charms: one pierced moment whiter than the rest —turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

[eecummings]

Can you post it is at moments after i have dreamed? Also, love your tumblr :) one of the reasons I (finally) joined.

Goodness, thank you! that's one of my favorites, too. Coming right up.

[eecummings]

Most popular ee Cummings poem

Probably "i carry your heart". Just a guess.

[eecummings]

i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery with chasteness of sea-girls Will i complete the mystery of my flesh I will rise After a thousand years lipping flowers And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

—e.e. cummings

(via annaetc)

[eecummings]

I'm also an E.E. Cummings enthusiast and think the idea of a tumblr for him is just great. I've started my own and would love to have support of your followers as well now that you're taking a bit of a break from posting! Figure there's enough e.e. love to go around :)

Alright, tumblrs, have at it!

[eecummings]

A Note to All:

As I'm sure you've noticed, I don't often post to this tumblr anymore. It's for no one reason in particular; there are many more poems out there, but from my end, the posting has more or less run its course. This isn't a final end to the tumblr, though. I'll be around. Please continue to stop by - I always love to hear how much other people appreciate ee cummings - and I'm sure I will post things every once in a while as they come across my dash.

Thanks!

[eecummings]

since feeling is first is my favorite too :)

:-)

[eecummings]

I cannot believe I haven't found this before. Thank you thank you.He's my absolute favorite

You're quite welcome. :-)

[eecummings]

let it go – the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked length wise – let it go it was sworn to go

let them go – the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and neithers – you must let them go they were born to go

let all go – the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things – let all go dear

so comes love

— e.e. cummings

(via juliasea)

[eecummings]

hello!do you know if this poem is really cummings'?"may I be I is the only prayer—not may I be great or goodor beautiful or wise or strong."i read it on the internet, but can't find it in any of his books nor the "poem hunter" website =(thank you so much!mari (my email is [email protected], in case you dont want to answer here)

I couldn't figure this out either (surprise, I'm not actually an ee cummings guru! just a big fan). Does anyone know? Email her!

[eecummings]

So I love love love this idea. I just want to point out that while it's popular to lower-case-ify his name, it's proper to capitalize it. He signed letters, etc. in lower case as a humility thing -- same with the lower case i's. He never changed his name to lower case or preferred to be referred to in lower case, like bell hooks. So E. E. Cummings is "more correct."

The more you know!

[vitruvianplunge]

she being Brand -new;and you know consequently a little stiff i was careful of her and(having thoroughly oiled the universal joint tested my gas felt of her radiator made sure her springs were O. K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her up,slipped the clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she kicked what the hell)next minute i was back in neutral tried and again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my lev-er Right- oh and her gears being in A 1 shape passed from low through second-in-to-high like greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity avenue i touched the accelerator and give her the juice,good (it was the first ride and believe i we was happy to see how nice she acted right up to the last minute coming back down by the Public Gardens i slammed on the internalexpanding & externalcontracting brakes Bothatonce and brought allofher tremB -ling to a:dead. stand- ;Still)

e.e. cummings

I did a reading of this poem for my 11th grade english class and I remember being totally nervous about pretending to have a sexual climax in front of my peers. My point was that some of his poems were meant to be read aloud, such as this one, wherein the rhythm with which he writes helps give meaning to the poem.

(via thevitruvianplunge)

[mlleh-deactivated20121114]

now what were motionless move(exists no miracle mightier than this:to feel) poor worlds must merely do,which then are done; and whose last doing shall not quite undo such first amazement as a leaf-here’s one more than each creature new(except your fear to whom i give this little parasol, so she may above people walk in the air with almost breathing me)-look up:and we’ll (for what were less than dead)dance,i and you; high(are become more than alive)above anybody and fate and even Our whisper it Selves but don’t look down and to -morrow and yesterday and everything except love

via rebeccahazewood

[lalalimonada-deactivated2010122]

love is a place / e.e. cummings

[eecummings]

lemdi:

love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds

Sunday mornings make me sappy.