I have always been partial to e.e. cummings although I know he tends to engender either shining adoration or pure-black hatred in people. It seems to me that his poems express joy better than nearly anyones. Joy in living, joy in love, joy in language. I bet he bounced in his seat when he finished writing one. I sometimes bounce in my seat when I finish reading one. Like this one, for example. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
you shall above all things be glad and young
\nby e.e. cummings<\/b><\/p>\n
you shall above all things be glad and young
\nFor if you’re young, whatever life you wear<\/p>\n
it will become you; and if you are glad
\nwhatever’s living will yourself become.
\nGirlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
\ni can entirely her only love<\/p>\n
whose any mystery makes every man’s
\nflesh put space on; and his mind take off time<\/p>\n
that you should ever think, may god forbid
\nand (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
\nfor that way knowledge lies, the foetal grave
\ncalled progress,and negation’s dead undoom.<\/p>\n
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
\nthan teach ten thousand stars how not to dance<\/p>\n