XLI Poems
E. E. Cummings
Leído por Scotty Smith
A book of 41 poems by E. E. Cummings classified as
Songs I-XII [poems 1-12],
Chansons Innocentes I-II [poems 13-14],
Portraits I-IX [poems 15-23],
La Guerre I-II [poems 24-25],
Sonnets I-XVI [poems 26-41] - Summary by Scotty Smith (0 hr 49 min)
Capítulos
| the sky was | 0:52 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| of my | 0:59 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| when life is quite through with | 0:49 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| into the smiting | 0:49 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| Where’s Madge then | 0:56 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| after five | 1:05 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| between green mountains | 0:48 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| in the rain- | 1:03 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| Lady of Silence | 0:52 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| the hills | 0:48 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers | 1:04 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| cruelly,love | 1:00 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| why did you go | 0:50 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| little tree | 1:20 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| conversation with my friend is particularly | 1:51 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| one April dusk the | 1:24 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| Picasso | 1:10 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| the skinny voice | 1:05 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| as usual i did not find him in cafes, the more dissolute | 1:53 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| it’s just like a coffin’s | 1:22 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| my mind is | 1:03 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| 5 | 1:41 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| at the ferocious phenomenon of 5 o’clock i find myself | 3:26 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| earth like a tipsy | 0:52 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| Humanity i love you | 1:12 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| when learned darkness from our searched world | 1:12 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| O Thou to whom the musical white spring | 1:10 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| when unto nights of autumn do complain | 1:11 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| this is the garden: colours come and go, | 1:13 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| Thou in whose swordgreat story shine the deeds | 1:15 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| when the proficient poison of sure sleep | 1:15 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| and what were roses. Perfume? for i do | 1:23 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| come nothing to my comparable soul | 1:07 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| when my sensational moments are no more | 1:16 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| I have seen her a stealthily frail | 1:11 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| who’s most afraid of death? thou art of him | 1:16 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| perhaps it is to feel strike | 1:06 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| when i am in Boston, i do not speak | 0:59 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| will suddenly trees leap from winter and will | 1:09 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| a fragrant sag of fruit distinctly grouped. | 1:05 | Leído por Scotty Smith |
| by god i want above fourteenth | 1:17 | Leído por Scotty Smith |