Tuesday, December 21, 2010


e.e. cummings

love is the every only god

who spoke the earth so glad and big
even a thing all small and sad
man, may his mighty briefness dig
for love beginning means return
seas who could sing so deep and strong

one queerying wave will whitely yearn
from each last shore and home come young

so truly perfectly the skies
by merciful love whispered were,
complete its brightness with your eyes

any illimitable star

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