i]ndex of the self[am e.e.cummings

Cummings, E. E. (1994:1087-1089). The complete poems, 1904-1962. New York, NY: Liveright.

i// (meet)t(touch)
i// never
i am a beggar always
i am a little church(no great cathedral)
i am going to utter a tree,Nobody
i am so glad and very
I care not greatly
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
I dreamed I was among the conquerors,
i go to this window
i have found what you are like
I have looked upon thee—and I have loved thee,
I love you
i have loved,let us see if that's all.
I have seen her a stealthily frail
i like
i like my body when it is with your
i love you much(most beautiful darling)
i met a man under the moon
I miss you in the dawn, of gradual flowering lights
I remark this beach has been used too. much Too. originally
i say no world
i shall imagine life
i sing of Olaf glad and big
i spoke to thee
i thank You God for most this amazing
i think you like"
i walked the boulevard
i was considering how
i was sitting in mcsorley's. outside it was New York and beauti-
i will be
i will cultivate within
i will wade out/ till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
i'd think "wonder
if a cheerfulest Elephantangelchild should sit
if(among
if being mortised with a dream
if everything happens that can't be done
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
if i
if i believe
if i have made,my lady,intricate
if i love You
if i should sleep with a lady called death
if in beginning twilight of winter will stand
if learned darkness from our searched world
if night's mostness(and whom did merely day
if seventy were young
if the
if the Lovestar grows most big
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
if(touched by love's own secret)we,like homing
if up's the word;and a world grows greener
if within tonight's erect
if you and i awakening
If you can't eat you go to
if you like my poems let them
IKEY(GOLDBERG)'S WORTH I'M
i'll tell you a dream i had once i was away up in the sky Blue,everything;
i'm
I'm very fond of
(im)c-a-t(mo)
impossibly
in
in a middle of a room
in a vicious world—to love virtue
IN)/all those who got
in front of the cathedral hovered a mumbling nobody:its greenish fumbling
in front of your house i
in hammamet did camping queers et al)
In Healey's Palace I was sitting—
in heavenly realms of hellas dwelt
in Just-
in making Marjorie god hurried
in spite of everything
in the rain-
in time of daffodils(who know
in time's a noble mercy of proportion
infinite jukethrob smoke & swallow to dis
innerly
insu nli gh t
inthe,exquisite;
into a truly
into the smiting
into the strenuous briefness
irreproachable ladies firmly lewd
is
is there a flower(whom
it is at moments after i have dreamed
it is funny,you will be dead some day.
it is so long since my heart has been with yours
it is winter a moon in the afternoon
it)It will it
it may not always be so;and i say
it really must
it started when Bill's chip let on to
it was a goodly co
It was one of those clear,sharp,mistless days
item:is/ Clumsily with of
it's
it's jolly
it's just like a coffin's
it's over a(see just
i've come to ask you if there isn't a