In Honor of National Poetry Month: My Favorite Poet

Since it's National Poetry Month so I thought I'd add a few posts to the good ol' blog sharing some of my favorite poems! This one is from my most favorite poet, E.E. Cummings.

45

sometimes
    in)Spring a someone will lie(glued
among familiar things newly which are
transferred with dusk)wondering why this star
does not fall into his mind
    feeling
throughout ignorant disappearing me
hurling vastness of love(sometimes in Spring
somewhere between what is and what may be
unknown most secret i will breathe such crude
perfection as divides by timelessness
that heartbeat)
    mightily forgetting all
which will forget him(emptying our soul
of emptiness)priming at every pore
a deathless life with magic until peace
outthunders silence
    And(night climbs the air

--No Thanks (1935)