La Guerre “V” (page 58) (E.E. Cummings)


O Sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

       fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
,has the naughty thumb 
of science prodded
thy

    beauty     .how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
    (but
true

to the incomparable 
couch of death thy
rhythmic 
lover

      thou answerest


them only with

              spring)


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