you shall above all things be glad and young.
For if you’re young, whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever’s living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love.
whose any mystery makes every man’s
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think, may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation’s dead undoom.
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
I do not pretend to understand half of what cummings says (I’d love to sit down with someone who does and just listen to them think-aloud some of his poetry…) but what I do (think I) understand, I really love.