Friday, 1 March 2013
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 fara away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a 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.
I love the layout of his poems, the way the structure breaks all the rules- Is it e. e. cummings way of protesting? Perhaps he wanted no letter to carry more weight than any other letter.
Apparently he did use capitals, as not all his poems follow this format.
All copyright remains with the author, e e cummings