i spoke to thee
with a smile and thou didst not
answer
thy mouth is as
a chord of crimson music
                            Come hither
O thou,is life not a smile?
 
i spoke to thee with
a song and thou
didst not listen
thine eyes are as a vase
of divine silence
                      Come hither
O thou, is life not a song?
 
i spoke
to thee with a soul and
thou didst not wonder
thy face is as a dream locked
in white fragrance
                      Come hither
O thou,is life not love?
 
i speak to
thee with a sword
and thou art silent
thy breast is as a tomb
softer than flowers
                        Come hither
O thou,is love not death?

  • 1
  • 0
  •  
  •  
S'identifier Commentaires...

Préféré par...

Dusmoros
Email

Autres oeuvres par E. E. Cummings...

Quelques poètes qui suivent E. E. Cummings...

Meri Lapin-Rapide Alison Furey Marçal Corominas noeslotiel Prakash Mackay Robyn Bocks