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- if i believe
- in death be sure
- of this
- it is
- because you have loved me,
- moon and sunset
- stars and flowers
- gold creshendo and silver muting
- of seatides
- i trusted not,
- one night
- when in my fingers
- drooped your shining body
- when my heart
- sang between your perfect
- breasts
- 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
- sea
- i knew thee death.
- and when
- i have offered up each fragrant
- night, when all my days
- shall have before a certain
- face become
- white
- perfume
- only,
- from the ashes
- then
- thou wilt rise and thou
- wilt come to her and brush
- the mischief from her eyes and fold
- her
- mouth the new
- flower with
- thy unimaginable
- wings, where dwells the breath
- of all persisting stars
- e.e. cummings
oh my. i thought i knew intimately all of e.e. cummings great musings. now you have offered me one more to treasure and return to over and over again!
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That's the wonderful thing about blogging for me - I get to find all sorts of treasures I didn't know existed. And to find other kindred spirits with whom to share them!
DeleteSuch beautiful words...ones to hang on to.
ReplyDeleteHe had a way with words. . . wordwonderfulness.
ReplyDeleteHe sure did - and there is so much physical movement in his poems with the way he structures them.
DeleteYes, his words sing. Love the newlyweds. Happy Calaca Day to you.
ReplyDeleteGloria, your Calaca mask is stunning - I literally gasped when I saw it!! A work of beauty!
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Thanks, Adriana - L loved your "Calaca at Work!"
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