Today’s guest poet  —  e.e. cummings  (I so enjoyed reading more of his work after photokunstler said she was fond of him. His poetry is amazing, slightly bizarre, and quite thought-provoking.)

being to timelessness as it’s to time

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

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