and ee cummings selected poems

let’s live suddenly without thinking ~ e. e. cummings

let’s live suddenly without thinking

under honest trees,
                       a stream
does.the brain of cleverly-crinkling
-water pursues the angry dream
of the shore. By midnight,
                               a moon
scratches the skin of the organised hills

an edged nothing begins to prune

let’s live like the light that kills
and let’s as silence,
                           because Whirl’s after all:
(after me)love,and after you.
I occasionally feel vague how
vague idon’t know tenuous Now-
spears and The Then-arrows making do
our mouths something red,something tall 

Book: 100 Selected Poems by E. E. Cummings

13

who knows if the moon’s
a balloon, coming out of a keen city
in the sky—filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it, if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited, where

always
   it’s
       Spring) and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves

E.E. Cummings, 100 Selected Poems