E.E.Cummings

if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have

so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon)

resembles something that has not occurred

i have never loved you dear as now i love

Eternity’s a Five Year Plan

perhaps this ghost

Her blue-veined breasts are now sublime

To be thy lips is a sweet thing

and small.

Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.