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Classic Poetry Series

Edward Estlin Cummings

- poems Publication Date:

2004

Publisher:

PoemHunter.Com - The World's Poetry Archive

1(a... (a leaf falls on loneliness)

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Edward Estlin Cummings

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2

all in green

All in green went my love riding

on a great horse of gold

into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling the merry deer ran before.

Fleeter be they than dappled dreams

the swift red deer

the red rare deer.

Four red roebuck at a white water

the cruel bugle sang before.

Horn at hip went my love riding

riding the echo down

into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling the level meadows ran before.

Softer be they than slippered sleep

the lean lithe deer

the fleet flown deer.

Four fleet does at a gold valley

the famished arrow sang before.

Bow at belt went my love riding

riding the mountain down

into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling the sheer peaks ran before.

Paler be they than daunting death

the sleek slim deer

the tall tense deer.

Four tall stags at the green mountain

the lucky hunter sang before.

All in green went my love riding

on a great horse of gold

into the silver dawn.

Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling my heart fell dead before.

Edward Estlin Cummings

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3

anyone lived in a pretty how town

anyone lived in a pretty how town

(with up so floating many bells down)

spring summer autumn winter

he sang his didn't he danced his did.

Women and men (both little and small)

cared for anyone not at all

they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain

children guessed (but only a few

and down they forgot as up they grew

autumn winter spring summer)

that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf

she laughed his joy she cried his grief

bird by snow and stir by still

anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones

laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they

said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon

(and only the snow can begin to explain

how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess

(and noone stooped to kiss his face)

busy folk buried them side by side

little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep

and more by more they dream their sleep

noone and anyone earth by april

with by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men (both dong and ding)

summer autumn winter spring

reaped their sowing and went their came

sun moon stars rain

Edward Estlin Cummings

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4

Ballad of the Scholar's Lament

When I have struggled through three hundred years of Roman history, and hastened o'er

Some French play-(though I have my private fears Of flunking sorely when I take the floor In class),-when I have steeped my soul in gore And Greek, and figured over half a ream With Algebra, which I do (not) adore,

How shall I manage to compose a theme?

It's well enough to talk of poor and peers, And munch the golden apples' shiny core, And lay a lot of heroes on their biers; While the great Alec, knocking down a score, Takes out his handkerchief, boohoo-ing, "More!" But harshly I awaken from my dream, To find a new,-er,-privilege,-in store:

How shall I manage to compose a theme?

After I've swallowed prophecies of seers, And trailed Aeneas from the Trojan shore, Learned how Achilles, after many jeers,

On piggy Agamemnon got to sore,

And heard how Hercules, Esq., tore

Around, and swept and dusted with a stream, There's one last duty,-let's not call it bore, How shall I manage to compose a theme?

Envoi

Of what avail is all my mighty lore?

I beat my breast, I tear my hair, I scream:

"Behold, I have a Herculean chore.

How shall I manage to compose a theme?" Edward Estlin Cummings

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Buffalo Bill

Buffalo Bill's

defunct

who used to

ride a watersmooth-silver