January 15, 2015

When God lets...

Mysselhøj, a Danish gravemound from the early bronze age.

when god lets my body be

from each brave eye shall sprout a tree
fruit that dangles therefrom

the purpled world will dance upon
between my lips which did sing

a rose shall beget the spring
that maidens whom passion wastes

will lay between their little breasts
my strong fingers beneath the snow

into strenuous birds shall go
my love walking in the grass

their wings will touch with her face
and all the while shall my heart be
with the bulge and nuzzle of the sea

E. E. Cummings

Posted by gerardvanderleun at January 15, 2015 9:11 AM
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Nowadays a greatly undervalued poet, but then we have now so few, vanderluen excepted, of course.

Posted by: bob sykes at January 15, 2015 4:52 PM