For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)

it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
— from ‘maggie and milly and molly and may’ by e. e. cummings

I don’t much like Cubist painting, but I love the literary equivalent—the way Cummings calls attention to form by breaking down conventions.  And there’s a lot more beauty in the content of his poems than in any Cubist painting I’ve ever studied.