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 Slave Singing at Midnight

Loud he sang the psalm of David!

He, a Negro and enslaved,

Sang of Israel's victory,

Sang of Zion, bright and free.

In that hour, when night is calmest,

Sang he from the Hebrew Psalmist,

In a voice so sweet and clear

That I could not choose but hear,

Songs of triumph, and ascriptions,

Such as reached the swart Egyptians,

When upon the Red Sea coast

Perished Pharaoh and his host.

And

My Heart and I

I.


ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.

We sit beside the headstone thus,

And wish that name were carved for us.

The moss reprints more tenderly

The hard types of the mason's knife,

As heaven's sweet life renews earth's life

With which we're tired, my heart and I.


II.


You see we're tired, my heart and I.

We dealt with books, we trusted men,

And in our own blood drenched the pen,

Million Man March Poem

The night has been long,The wound has been deep,The pit has been dark,And the walls have been steep.Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,You couldn't even call out my name.You were helpless and so was I,But unfortunately throughout historyYou've worn a badge of shame.I say, the night has been long,The