Edward Estlin Cummings

Here you will find the Poem in spite of everything... of poet Edward Estlin Cummings

in spite of everything...

in spite of everything
which breathes and moves,since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds 
-before leaving my room
i turn,and(stooping
through the morning)kiss
this pillow,dear
where our heads lived and were.