Lovely Love Poems: Joys and Sorrows

I once read that Greta Garbo said something like, “Your joys and sorrows – you can never tell them. You cheapen the inside of yourself if you do tell them.” I think there is merit to that sentiment. So I realize I’m taking quite the risk in sharing this one, one of my all-time favorites. I find hope in its distrust of the syntax of things — that order we suppose is good, correct, right, and ordained. Life so rarely follows those conventions, so why do we insist upon them?

since feeling is first

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
–the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

— e.e. cummings

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About LE

PR professional by day, writer by night. Remembering life isn't an episode of "Saved By the Bell." Getting culture, not babies.

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