e.e. cummings and k.m. wilson

e.e. cummings
life is more true than reason will deceive
(more secret or than madness did reveal)
deeper is life than lose:higher than have
-but beauty is more each than living's all

multiplied with infinity sans if
the mightiest meditations of mankind
cancelled are by one merely opening leaf
(beyond whose nearness there is no beyond)

or does some littler bird than eyes can learn
look up to silence and completely sing?
futures are obsolete;pasts are unborn
(here less than nothing's more than everything)

death,as men call him,ends what they call men
-but beauty is more now than dying's when

k.m. wilson
i feel far from you
yet you still amaze me
it seems so long since i've thanked you
but i am still grateful
when was the last time i said i love you
even so you will always love me
everyday, i become more and more aware of how much i need you
i lapse, i lapse into this abyss that deafens my senses of you
then i feel far from you
even when you are closer than before
remind me to lean on you
to rely on you
because i still love you

e.e. cummings
how should touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable you?

(and the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are optional)