Edward Estlin Cummings (Эдвард Эстлин Каммингс)

* * *

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 

1. after five
2. youful
3. there are so many tictoc
4. because i love you
5. the bigness of cannon

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