Best Poem of E. E. Cummings

My Father Moved Through Dooms Of Love
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my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height

this motionless forgetful where
turned at his glance to shining here;
that if(so timid air is firm)
under his eyes would . . .
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