| from "is 5": Four: X... e.e. cummings... |
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you are like the snow only purer fleeter, like the rain only sweeter frailer you |
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whom certain flowers resemble but trembling(cowards which fear to miss within your least gesture the hurting skill which lives)and since |
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nothing lingers beyond a little instant, along with rhyme and with laughter O my lady (and every brittle marvelous breathing thing) |
| since i and you are on our ways to dust |
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of your fragility (but chiefly of your smile, most suddenly which is of love and death a marriage)you give me |
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courage so that against myself the sharp days slobber in vain: |
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Nor am i afraid that this, which we call autumn, cleverly dies and over the ripe world wanders with a near and careful smile in his mouth(making |
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everything suddenly old and with his awkward eyes pushing sleep under and thoroughly into all beautiful things) |
| winter, whom Spring shall kill |
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