{ e. e. cummings, it may not always be so; and i say. }

[delga]

it may not always be so; and i say
by e. e. cummings

it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be, i say if this should be--
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands

 

Comments

[twincy.livejournal.com]

Probably one of cummings' more conventional poems, but so so beautiful all the same. Love it. (Not as much as I love "Buffalo Bill", though. !)

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

Haha, I only know Buffalo Bill because of you - and I love that one, too. Sometimes I go through a cummings phase, you know? The imagery can be so precise.

[wliberation.livejournal.com]

oh.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

Is exactly right.

(*hugs* Oh, my girl, one day I will finish an email and send it your way &hearts)

[wliberation.livejournal.com]

(heh, no rush. I know you're busy with the moving and all.)

[daygloparker.livejournal.com]

MY HEART.