| since feeling is first who pays attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swaer by all the flowers. Don't cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, lean back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis -e.e.cummings |