Here Is Little Effie’s Head Poem By Ee Cumming here is little Effie’s head whose brains are made of gingerbread when judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the coffinlid waiting for something to rise as the other somethings did- you imagine his surprise bellowing through the general noise Where is Effie […]

Hate Blows A Bubble Of Despair Poem By Ee Cumming hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young pleasure and pain are merely surfaces, (one itself showing,itself hiding one), , life’s only and true value neither […]

Gee I Like To Think Of Dead Poem By Ee Cumming gee i like to think of dead it means nearer because deeper firmer since darker than little round water at one end of the well  it’s too cool to be crooked and it’s too firm to be hard but it’s sharp and thick and […]

From Tulips And Chimneys Poem By Ee Cumming the bigness of cannon is skilful, bit 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 the silence filled with vivid noiseless boys […]

Flotsam And Jetsam Poem By Ee Cumming! flotsam and jetsam are gentlemen poeds urseappeal netsam our spinsters and coeds) thoroughly bretish they scout the inhuman itarian fetish that man isn’t wuman vive the millenni um three cheers for labor give all things to enni one bugger thy nabor (neck and senecktie, are gentlemen ppoyds, even […]

Fame Speaks Poem By Ee Cumming Stand forth,John Keats!  On earth thou knew’st me not; Steadfast through all the storms of passion,thou, True to thy muse,and virgin to thy vow; Resigned,if name with ashes were forgot, So thou one arrow in the gold had’st shot! I never placed my laurel on thy brow, But on […]

Even A Pencil Has Fear To Poem By Ee Cumming even a pencil has fear to do the posed body luckily made a pen is dreadfully afraid of her of this of the smile’s two eyes…too, since the world’s but a piece of eminent fragility. Well and when—Does susceptibility imply perspicuity, or? shut up. Seeing […]