i am a
little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of
hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not
sorry when sun and rain make april
little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of
hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not
sorry when sun and rain make april
my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my
prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and
laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my
gladness
my
prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and
laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my
gladness
around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory
and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of
hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
birth and glory
and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of
hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its
rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights
grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing
world with its
rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights
grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing
winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful
Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His
presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)
merciful
Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His
presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)
~ e.e.cummings
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(Complete Poems
1904-1962)
1904-1962)