From a collection of E.E. Cummings "Spring" works I am posting a couple of his words on being young and loving maidens in the season of Spring:


"9"

when god lets my body be

From each brave eye shall sprout a tree
fruit that dangles therefrom

the purpled world will dance upon
Between my lips which did sing

a rose shall beget the spring
that maidens whom passion wastes

will lay between their little breasts
My strong fingers beneath the snow

Into strenuous birds shall go
my love walking in the grass

their wings will touch her face
and all the while shall my heart be

With the bulge and nuzzle of the sea


"5"

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even it it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile


These two poems are Copyright E.E. Cummings/E.E. Cummings Trust and are a part of a collection of his Spring works, thus numbered.

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