Wednesday, October 14, 2015

A Poem For You (Yes, You) Volume 3

In honor of his birthday today, a poem for you by E.E. Cummings. 

you said Is
there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
                           Looking into 
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the 
air of spring smelling of never and forever. 

....and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
moved as though
fingers touch a girl's
        Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with 
my flowers to believe, the rain answered

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