Tuesday, October 25, 2011

-e.e. Cummings poem-

if i believe
in death be sure
of this
it is

because you have loved me,
moon and sunset
stars and flowers
gold crescendo and silver muting

of seatides
i trusted not,
                        one night
when in my fingers

drooped your shining body
when my heart
sang between you perfect

darkness and beauty of stars
was on my mouth petals danced
against my eyes
and down

the singing reaches of
my soul spoke
the green-
greeting pale-
departing irrevocable
i knew thee death.

                        and when
i have offered up each frangrant
night, when all my days
shall have before a certain

face become

            from the ashes
thou wilt rise and thou
wilt come to her and brush

the mishcief from her eyes and fold
mouth the new
flower with

thy unimaginable
wings, where dwells the breath
of all persisting stars

-E.E. Cummings

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