Famous Love Poems of E. E. Cummings

Because i love you) last night      because i love you) last night


clothed in sealaceappeared to meyour mind driftingwith chuckling rubbishof pearl weed coral and stones;lifted,and(before myeyes sinking)inward,fled;softlyyour face smile breasts gargledby death:drowned onlyagain carefully through deepness to risethese your wriststhighs feet handspoisingto again utterly disappear;rushing gently

The Evening Star

Lo! in the painted oriel of the West,

Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines,

Like a fair lady at her casement, shines

The evening star, the star of love and rest!

And then anon she doth herself divest

Of all her radiant garments, and reclines

Behind the sombre screen of yonder pines,

With slumber and soft dreams of love oppressed.

O my beloved, my sweet Hesperus!

My morning and my

The Spirit of Poetry

There is a quiet spirit in these woods,

That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;

Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,

The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,

The leaves above their sunny palms outspread.

With what a tender and impassioned voice

It fills the nice and delicate ear of thought,

When the fast ushering star of morning comes

O'er-riding the gray

Jabed Meeker (Humorist)

Twain? Oh, yes, I've heard Mark Twain
Heard him down to Pleasant Plain;
Funny? Yes, I guess so. Folks
Seemed to laugh loud at his jokes!
Laughed to beat the band; but I
Couldn't rightly make out why.
Guess his humor ain't refined.
Quite enough to suit my mind.
Mark's all right'right clever speaker'
But he can't touch Jabed Meeker;
And one thing that makes it queer
Is that Jabed lives right here.