Poem by Edward Estlin Cummings

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when unto nights of autumn do complain
earth’s ghastlier trees by whom Time measured is
when frost to dance maketh the sagest pane
of littler huts with peerless fantasies
or the unlovely longness of the year

droops with things dead athwart the narrowing hours
and hope(by cold espoused unto fear)
in dreadful corners hideously cowers—

i do excuse me,love,to Death and Time

storms and rough cold,wind’s menace and leaf’s grieving:
from the impressed fingers of sublime
Memory,of that loveliness receiving
the image my proud heart cherished as fair.

(The child-head poised with the serious hair)

1. O Thou to whom the musical white spring
2. this is the garden:colours come and go
3. come nothing to my comparable soul
4. when my sensational moments are no more
5. I have seen her stealthily frail

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