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e.e. cummings

e.e. cummings, somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

Posted on October 17, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look will easily unclose methough i have closed … Continue reading →

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"i like my body when it is with your body," e.e. cummings,

Posted on July 31, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the … Continue reading →

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e.e. cummings, "the bigness of cannon "

Posted on April 4, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility of poppies…. i say that sometimes on these long talkative animals are laid fists of huger silence. I have seen all … Continue reading →

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e.e. cummings, "may my heart always be open to little"

Posted on March 14, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

may my heart always be open to littlebirds who are the secrets of livingwhatever they sing is better than to knowand if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungryand fearless and thirsty and … Continue reading →

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e.e. cummings, "you being in love… (XII)"

Posted on March 13, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

you being in lovewill tell who softly asks in love, am i separated from your body smile brain hands merelyto become the jumping puppets of a dream? oh i mean:entirely having in my careful howcareful arms created this at lengthinexcusable, … Continue reading →

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