"death i think is no parenthesis"
E.E. Cummings was sooo talented! What an ordinary poem about nothing and everything, and oh by the way, there's a bit of style hidden in there too!
… “and death i think is no parenthesis”. Sums this poem up in a way that makes me uncomfortably NOT numb.
‘I swear by all the flowers’ is my oath forevermore
This poem feels like a gentle push to stop overthinking and actually live what we feel.
I love how cummings makes emotion sound bigger and braver than any kind of logic.
The idea that someone too focused on “syntax” will never fully kiss you is so true to life.
There’s something sweet in choosing feeling over wisdom, especially in spring.
The eyelid flutter meaning more than any thought is such a soft, intimate detail.
It captures that moment when two people just fall into each other without explanation.
“Life’s not a paragraph” feels like a reminder to loosen up and let things be messy.
And the final line about death not being a parenthesis is strangely comforting.
The whole poem feels light and playful, but it carries a quiet depth underneath.
It’s the kind of piece that makes you want to feel first and think later.
You have just given me an entire poetry class.
"we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms"
*chef's kiss*
Oh Mr. Cummings you are the king of lowercase
E.E. Cummings was sooo talented! What an ordinary poem about nothing and everything, and oh by the way, there's a bit of style hidden in there too!
… “and death i think is no parenthesis”. Sums this poem up in a way that makes me uncomfortably NOT numb.
‘I swear by all the flowers’ is my oath forevermore
This poem feels like a gentle push to stop overthinking and actually live what we feel.
I love how cummings makes emotion sound bigger and braver than any kind of logic.
The idea that someone too focused on “syntax” will never fully kiss you is so true to life.
There’s something sweet in choosing feeling over wisdom, especially in spring.
The eyelid flutter meaning more than any thought is such a soft, intimate detail.
It captures that moment when two people just fall into each other without explanation.
“Life’s not a paragraph” feels like a reminder to loosen up and let things be messy.
And the final line about death not being a parenthesis is strangely comforting.
The whole poem feels light and playful, but it carries a quiet depth underneath.
It’s the kind of piece that makes you want to feel first and think later.
You have just given me an entire poetry class.
"we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms"
*chef's kiss*
Oh Mr. Cummings you are the king of lowercase