Wednesday, January 16, 2008

reincarnated song

keep art alive; art by kukula

o thou to whom the musical white spring
offers her lily inextinguishable,
taught by thy tremulous grace bravely to fling
implacable death's mysteriously sable
rob from her redolent shoulders,

thou from whose
feet reincarnate song suddenly leaping
flameflung, mounts, inimitably to lose
herself where the wet stars softly are keeping
their exquisite dreams -

o love! upon thy dimshrine of intangible commemoration,
(from whose faint close as some grave languorous hymn
pledge to illimitable dissipation
unhurried clouds of incense fleetly roll)
i spill my bright incalculable soul.

o thou to whom the musical white spring ~ e.e. cummings

1 comment:

Heather said...

E.E. cummings is one of those poets who just has to be read aloud. one of those who makes me see words all anew. there's something so exotic about his poems i like them better taken separately, so each one has its full impact. lovelovelove for ee.