Poem: “Post Impressions IV” by Edward Estlin Cummings

Tulips and Chimneys – 1923

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iam going to utter a tree, Nobody
shall stop me

but first
earth, the reckless oral darkness
raging with thin impulse

i will have
a
dream
i
think it shall be roses and
spring will bring her
worms rushing through loam.

(afterward i’ll
climb
by tall careful muscles

into nervous and accurate silence. . . .But first

you)

press easily
at first, it will be leaves
and a little harder
for roses
only a little harder

last we
on the groaning flame of neat huge
trudging kiss moistly climbing hideously with
large
minute
hips, O

press

worms rushing slowly through loam

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