XIX [I will cultivate within] | A poem by e.e. cummings, 1931

Takasawa Keiichi, Evening Snow, c. 1970

i will cultivate within
me scrupulously the Inimitable which
is loneliness, these unique dreams
never shall soil their raiment

with phenomena: such
being a conduct worthy of

more ponderous
wishes or
hopes less
tall than mine” (opening the windows)

“and there is a philosophy” strictly at
which instant (leaped
into the

street) this deep immediate mask and
expressing “as for myself, because i
am slender and fragile
i borrow contact from that you and from

this you sensations, imitating a few fatally

exquisite” (pulling Its shawl carefully around
it) “things i mean the
Rain is no respecter of persons
the snow doesn’t give a soft white
damn Whom it touches

e.e. cummings, W(ViVa), 1931

Also:
This (let’s remember) day died again | A poem by e.e. cummings, 1950
I Carry Your Heart With me (I Carry it in My Heart) | A poem by e.e. cummings, 1952
Spring is like a perhaps hand | A poem by e.e. cummings, 1925
Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond | A poem by e.e. cummings, 1931
Maggie and Milly and Molly and May | A poem by e. e. cummings, 1958