Poem by Edward Estlin Cummings

consider o

woman this
my body
for it has
lain with empty arms
upon the giddy hills
to dream of you,
approve these
firm unsated
eyes
which have beheld

night’s speechless carnival
the painting
of the dark
with meteors

streaming from playful
immortal hands
the bursting
of the wafted stars

(in time to come you shall
remember of this night amazing
ecstasies slowly,
in the glutted

heart fleet
flower terrible
memories
shall
rise, slowly
return upon the
red elected lips
scaleless visions)

1. come nothing to my comparable soul
2. when my sensational moments are no more
3. I have seen her stealthily frail
4. perhaps it is to feel strike
5. a fragrant sag of fruit distinctly grouped

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