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XLI Poems

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

Year of Publication: 1925Genres: Single author

Running Time: 49 minutes 19 seconds

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