Эдвард Эстлин Каммингс (Edward Estlin Cummings)

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because i love you)last night

clothed in sealace
appeared to me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;

lifted,and(before my
eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly
your face smile breasts gargled
by death  rowned only

again carefully through deepness to rise
these your wrists
thighs feet hands

poising
      to again utterly disappear;
rushing gently swiftly creeping
through my dreams last
night,all of your
body with its spirit floated
(clothed only in

the tide's acute weaving murmur