What is your favorite poem by e.e. cummings?

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

My fiance used to recite this to me all the time. Before he committed suicide he had recorded it on an mp3 recording for me. I used the line for his memorial plague "She laughed his joy, she cried his grief"

in Just- (it's so sinister... that goat footed balloonman. Eek.)

There are so many wonderful cummings poems that I don't know where to begin. Two in his first collection, "Tulips and Chimneys," have first lines that I can't get out of my head (and don't want to):

the bigness of cannon
is skilful,

and:

beyond the brittle towns asleep

she burns