Akoot Famous Writers

enter no


enter no(silence is the blood whose flesh
is singing)silence:but unsinging.  In
spectral such hugest how hush,one


dead leaf stirring makes a crash


-far away(as far as alive)lies
april;and i breathe-move-and-seem some
perpetually roaming whylessness-


autumn has gone:will winter never come?


o come,terrible anonymity;enfold
phantom me with the murdering minus of cold
-open this ghost with millionary knives of wind-
scatter his nothing all over what angry skies and


gently
 (very whiteness:absolute peace,
never imaginable mystery)
                                                   descend

Written by E. E. Cummings (1894-1962)

<----> SEND THIS POEM TO A FRIEND! <---->

E. E. Cummings Poets Page