Edward Estlin Cummings

Here you will find the Poem my sweet old etcetera of poet Edward Estlin Cummings

my sweet old etcetera

my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recent 

war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting 

my sister 

Isabel created hundreds
hundreds)of socks not to
mention fleaproof earwarmers
etcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that 

i would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my 

self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et 

cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)