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.
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just wanted to post some real poetry instead of the bull shit i come up with, this guy has been inspiring me as of late, can you tell?
is ee cummings the guy who used lowercase "i"s instead of uppercase "I"s when referring to the self?
ya, I think he just used lowercase everything.
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