an untitled poem

by e e cummings

christ but they're few

all(beyond win
or lose)good true
beautiful things

god how he sings

the robin(who
'll be silent in
a moon or two)

i really don't know anything about e e cummings, except that he likes to make funky word-pictures and plays with capitalization and punctuation a lot. i don't even know when he lived (is he dead?). if anyone can provide me with any more information, i'd be grateful. Email me at

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