Additional Poems By E E Cummings Essay — страница 2

and i should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their baloon, 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 from & (1925) Picasso Picasso you give us things which bulge:grunting lungs pumped full of sharp thick mind you make us shrill presents always shut in the sumptuous screech of simplicity (out of the black unbunged Something gushes vaguely a squeak of planes or between squeals of Nothing grabbed with circular shrieking tightness solid screams whispers.) Lumberman of the Distinct your brain’s axe only chops hugest inherent Trees of Ego,from whose

living and biggest bodies lopped of every prettiness you hew form truly fromn XLI Poems (1925)