Early Poems of E.E. Cummings

"Leaving Song" by Kim Addonizio

"Suburban Monastery Death Poem" by d.a. levy

Sonnet 99 - The forward violet thus did I chide (by Shakespeare)
XCIX.The forward violet thus did I chide: "Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed." The lily I condemnèd for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n th

Sonnet 98 - From you have I been absent in the spring (Shakespeare)
XCVIII.From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything, That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell,

Sonnet 97 - How like a winter hath my absence been (Shakespeare)
XCVII.How like a winter hath my absence beenFrom thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!What old December's bareness everywhere!And yet this time removed was summer's time,The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,Like wi

Sonnet 96 - Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness (Shakespeare)
XCVI.Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;Both grace and faults are loved of more and less;Thou mak'st faults graces that to thee resort.As on the finger of a thronèd queenThe basest jewel will be well esteemed,So are those errors that in thee are seenTo t

Sonnet 95 - How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame (Shakespeare)
XCV.How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shameWhich, like a canker in the fragrant rose,Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose!That tongue that tells the story of thy days,Making lascivious comments on thy sport,Cannot dispraise, but, in a kind of praise;Namin