if I should sleep with a lady called death
get another man with firmer lips
to take your new mouth in his teeth
(hips pumping pleasure into hips).
Seeing how the limp huddling string
of your smile over his body squirms
kissingly, I will bring you every spring
handfuls of little normal worms.
Dress deftly your flesh in stupid stuffs,
phrase the immense weapon of your hair.
Understanding why his eye laughs,
I will bring you every year
something which is worth the whole,
an inch of nothing for your soul.
wow went right over my damn head
this poem really touched me. i’m doing a project on ee cummings, so i’l probably end up using this one in it! -_^
i felt, from the bottom of my heart, that this was a great poem…
i am doing a project on this guy and it makes me mad becuase projests suck as$
go’a head make my day