Edward Estlin Cummings (Эдвард Эстлин Каммингс)

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sometimes i am alive because with
me her alert treelike body sleeps
which i will feel slowly sharpening
becoming distinct with love slowly,
who in my shoulder sinks sweetly teeth
until we shall attain the Springsmelling
intense large togethercoloured instant

the moment pleasantly frightful

when, her mouth suddenly rising, wholly
begins with mine fiercely to fool
(and from my thighs which shrug and pant
a murdering rain leapingly reaches 
         the upward singular deepest flower which she
carries in a gesture of her hips)

1. as freedom is a breakfastfood
2. Spring is like a perhaps hand
3. pity this busy monster, manunkind
4. i like my body when it is with your
5. the boys i mean are not refined

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