ee cummings

ee cummings rocks for many reasons. He wasn't emotionally constipated; he experimented with form, syntax, punctuation, spelling, as he attempted to rectify the inadequacy of language to address the experiences of life and feelings and--sigh--love; he was lambasted by critics for being overly sentimental (what a rebel and, seriously, what is it with critics, anyway?); and, as you can see, he was such a cute kid.
Anyway, here's one of my favorite poems by him---or by anyone else for that matter:

since feeling is first
e.e. cummings

since feeling is first
who pays any 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 swear by all 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, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis