Poems & Selections

If There Are Any Heavens

By E.E. Cummings
if there are any heavens my mother will (all by herself) have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but it will be a heaven of black red roses
my father will be(deep like a rose tall like a rose) standing near my (swaying over her silent) with eyes which are really petals and see nothing with the face of a poet really which is a flower and not a face with hands which whisper This is my beloved my (suddenly in sunlight he will bow, & the whole garden will bow)

I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one, I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I’d like to leave an echo whispering down the ways, Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before […]
May you live as long as you want, And never want as long as you live.
There will be stars over the place forever; Though the house we loved and the street we loved are lost, Every time the earth circles her orbit On the night the autumn equinox is crossed, Two stars we knew, poised on the peak of midnight Will reach their zenith; stillness will be deep; There will […]
May the joys of today Be those of tomorrow. The goblets of life Hold no dregs of sorrow.