Poemin spite of everything…
Author / PoetE. E. Cummings
TagsDoom, Farewell, Love, Memory

in spite of everything
which breathes and moves,since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds
-before leaving my room
i turn,and(stooping
through the morning)kiss
this pillow,dear
where our heads lived and were.

E. E. Cummings
E. E. Cummings
14 Oct 1894 - 3 Sep 1962
Region: Central America
Period: Modernist
Movement: Modernism
Awards: Bollingen Prize, National Book Award

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