A day or two after I posted the e.e. cummings poem here, I found in a trunk a similar e.e. cummings verse in a literary project that I'd done for homework in high school. I looked it up and was surprised to discover that the poem in the project was only the first half. The lines I'd posted in the blog were the second half of the same poem! So here it is below, in its complete form:


love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds


e.e. cummings