Poemif i
Author / PoetE. E. Cummings
TagsBeauty, Expression, Generosity, Indifference

if i

or anybody don’t
know where it her his

my next meal’s coming from
i say to hell with that
that doesn’t matter (and if

he she it or everybody gets a
bellyful without
lifting my finger i say to hell
with that i

say that doesn’t matter) but
if somebody
or you are beautiful or
deep or generous what
i say is

whistle that
sing that yell that spell
that out big (bigger than cosmic
rays war earthquakes famine or the ex

prince of whoses diving into
a whatses to rescue miss nobody’s
probably handbag) because i say that’s not

swell (get me) babe not (understand me) lousy
kid that’s something else my sweet (i feel that’s

true)

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

more poems by E. E. Cummings

Poem NameTopic
ygUDuh
when serpents bargainAbsurdity, Imagination, Nature
what if a much of a which of a windExistence, Nature, Surrealism
the boys i mean are not refined
Spring is like a perhaps handIntimacy, Rebellion, Refinement
somewhere i have never travelledIntimacy, Love, Nature
she being BrandHumor, Mechanics, Metaphor
since feeling is firstEmotion, Love, Nature
pity this busy monster, manunkindCritique, Existence, Progress
o sweet spontaneousBeauty, Critique, Nature

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