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vrot01 posted a photo:
love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places
yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds
~ee cummings
entelepentele posted a photo:
when hair falls off and eyes blur And
thighs forget(when clocks whisper
and night shouts)
[e.e. cummings]
Rogue & Wench posted a photo:
"and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart,
i carry you in my heart (my heart)
i carry you in my heart"
ee cummings
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the cheshire smile posted a photo:
Soo I was supposed to stay away until finals are over, but I missed flickr quite a bit :P
I revisited some old old old shots. It's kinda neat how we can see things differently now than we did then.
Here's one from summer. It's one of the first shots I took with this camera!
vrot01 posted a photo:
i shall imagine life
is not worth dying,if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain
but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose,roses(you feel
certain)will only smile
~ee cummings
a snail race posted a photo:
some days, a scarf and sigur ros are enough company for me.
this is the perfect winter music.
i can feel the cold air crawling into my bones
and i can see the children flying.
ee cummings had a beautiful mind.
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the m
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Beekey Piecake posted a photo:
Only a tiny bit inspired today, but I'm getting back there! :D
I took this photo this morning and it made me think of more ideas.
I think I might do a mini “sub-project” where I do a haiku a day for a month? Maybe write a haiku about that day on a piece of paper and make a mini-collage and photograph it. I dunno.
entelepentele posted a photo:
there is a lady, whose name is Afterwards
she is sitting beside young death, is slender;
likes flowers.
[e. e. cummings]
Tony the Misfit posted a photo:
Edward Estlin Cummings (1894 – 1962), popularly known as E. E. Cummings, was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. His body of work encompasses hundreds of poems, two novels, four plays and several essays, as well as numerous drawings and paintings. He is remembered as a preeminent voice of 20th century poetry, as well as one of the most popular.
Cummings' publishers and others have sometimes echoed the unconventional orthography in his poetry by writing his name in lower case and without periods. Cummings himself used both the lowercase and capitalized versions, but according to his widow did not, as reported in the preface of one book, have his name legally changed to "e e cummings". He did, however, once write to his French translator that he preferred the capitalized version. One Cummings scholar believes that on the occasions Cummings signed his name in all-lowercase, the poet may have intended it as a gesture of humility, and not as an indication that it was the preferred orthography for others to use for his name.
source: wiki
One of the poems on the bench (they are on both sides):
i have found what you are like
the rain,
(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields
easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike
the air in utterable coolness
deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned
newfragile yellows
lurch and.press
-in the woods
which
stutter
and
sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss
This bench can be found alongside a tributary of the Willamette River off route 34 near the Harrison Boulevard Bridge.
wildpixie posted a photo:
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
- e e cummings
... for Nickoo, who i miss terribly, and who i've not seen for more than a year now xxxx
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