picking out constellations from the car window

look, there’s orion. i can barely see the three dot belt

beyond the reflection of my own face.

is that the big dipper? i can’t tell

because streetlights and streetlights

parade by. how dare you waltz past, sir, when i’m

clearly listening to music in 4/4?

light upon light,

star, eyes, lamp,

sword, window—

star?

that lies (incidentally) in the cold embers.

a poem by e.e. cummings

love is more thicker than forget

by e.e. cummings

love is more thicker than forget

more thinner than recall

more seldom than a wave is wet

more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly

and less it shall unbe

than all the sea which only

is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win

less never than alive

less bigger than the least begin

less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly

and more it cannot die

than all the sky which only

is higher than the sky