Poem by Edward Estlin Cummings

* * *

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

1. the bigness of cannon
2. hist whist
3. when life is quite through with
4. my father moved through dooms of love
5. because i love you

Print

1763 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version