since feeling is first

Poems by e. e. cummings.

Over time, almost all of his poems will make it to this site. If you're looking for a specific poem and I haven't posted it yet, you can contact me to request it; or, there is a huge database here.
Jun 16

the hours rise up putting off stars and it is
into the street of the sky light walks scattering poems

on earth a candle is
extinguishes the city
with a song upon her
mouth having death in her eyes

and it is dawn
the world
goes forth to murder dreams…

i see in the street where strong
men are digging bread
and i see the brutal faces of
people contented hideous hopeless cruel happy

and it is day,

in the mirror
i see a frail
dreams in the mirror

and it
is dusk on earth

a candle is lighted
and it is dark.
the people are in their houses
the frail man is in his bed
the city

sleeps with death upon her mouth having a song in her eyes
the hours descend
putting on stars…

in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems

— thanks to red-in-the-hague for alerting me to this! Go check out her tumblr to see photos of the wall on which she found this poem. yes, on a wall.