Poems from Tulips and Chimneys by: e.e. cummings

All in green my love went riding this is the garden:colours come and go, Buffalo Bill's Thy fingers make early flowers i have found what you are like unto thee i if i believe when god lets my body be in Just- when life is quite through with it may not always be so;and i say Where's Madge then,   | Back to List of Poets | Back to e.e. cummings's Poems | Home |