be of love (a little) more careful
than of everything
guard her perhaps only
A trifle less (merely beyond how very)
closely than nothing
remember love by frequent
anguish (imagine
her least never with most
memory)
give entirely each
forever its freedom
(dare until a flower,
understanding ceaselessly sunlight
open what thousandth why and
discover laughing)
- e. e. cummings, be of love (a little)
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I did a huge poetry project in high school on several of e e cummings poems. Since then, I've gained an appreciation for his work. I love this one--thanks for sharing! :)
I saw this poem on another site and I had to share it. I'm trying to read more of his poetry again.
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