so comes love.

I've been on an e.e. cummings kick recently. There's not really an explanation--there are just times when different poets and different poems touch you your life in ways they hadn't before.

Because poetry is life.

The spontaneous overflow of emotion. Of life.

let it go - the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise - let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go - the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers - you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go - the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things - let all go
dear

so comes love.

Just something in the way he writes. Those breaths in between the words and the echoes of stillness.

"the boths and the neithers - you must let them go they
were born
to go"

Letting go. And learning to breathe again.