Thursday, October 28, 2004

soft white damn

XIX

i will cultivate within
me scrupulously the Inimitable which
is loneliness, these unique dreams
never shall soil their raiment

with phenomena: such
being a conduct worthy of

more ponderous
wishes or
hopes less
tall than mine" (opening the windows)

"and there is a philosophy" strictly at
which instant(leaped
into the

street)this deep immediate mask and
expressing "as for myself, because i
am slender and fragile
i borrow contact from that you and from

this you sensations, imitating a few fatally

exquisite"(pulling Its shawl carefully around
it)"things i mean the
Rain is no respecter of persons
the snow doesn't give a soft white
damn Whom it touches


-e.e. cummings, Viva, 27

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thank you for posting the entire poem.... i have been searching the internet for an hour to find where cummings' often quoted "the snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches" comes from.