torsdag 25. april 2013

A Poem for Spring



e.e. cummings: O sweet spontaneous

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
          fingers of
purient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
      beauty   .how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
        (but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
          thou answerest
them only with
                        spring)

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2 kommentarer:

Inkan© sa...


Just Lovely!

Inkan i Stockholm

Zooey sa...

Hei Inkan, så hyggelig å se deg!