eec kiss

e.e. cummings always gives more than he asks from the reader of his poetry.

13

being to timelessness as it's to time,
love did no more begin than love will end;
where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim
love is the air the ocean and the land

(do lovers suffer?all divinities
proudly descending put on deathful flesh:
are lovers glad?only their smallest joy's
a universe emerging from a wish)

love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear;
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness;
the truth more first than sun more last than star

---do lovers love?why then to heaven with hell.
Whatever sages say and fools,all's well



from 11

yours is the light by which my spirit's born:
yours is the darkness of my soul's return
---you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars