Monday, January 24, 2011

O sweet spontaneous

E. E. Cummings hasn't graced these pages in a while now and I think I'm feeling withdrawal symptoms of it. So here is what I would have liked to hear him read out to me over tea today.

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the doting

fingers of
prurient philosophies pinched
and poked

has the naughty thumb
of science prodded

beauty how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy
knees squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive

to the incomparable
couch of death thy

thou answerest

them only with


Like I have said before, all's right with a world with Cummings in it.

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