Poem by Edward Estlin Cummings

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when my sensational moments are no more
unjoyously bullied of vilest mind

and sweet uncaring earth by thoughtful war
heaped wholly with high wilt of human rind—
when over hate has triumphed darkly love

and the small spiritual cry of spring
utters a striving flower,
                         just where strove
the droll god-beasts

                     do thou distinctly bring
thy footstep,and the rushing of thy deep
hair and the smiting smile didst love to use
in other days (drawing my Mes from sleep
whose stranger dreams thy strangeness must abuse....)

Time being not for us,purple roses were
sweeter to thee
               perchance to me deeper.

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. I have seen her stealthily frail
5. who’s most afraid of death?

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