| from "Tulips and Chimneys": Chimneys: Sonnets- Actualities: II... e.e. cummings... |
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my love is building a building around you, a frail slippery house, a strong fragile house (beginning at the singular beginning |
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of your smile)a skilful uncouth prison, a precise clumsy prison(building thatandthis into Thus, Around the reckless magic of your mouth) |
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my love is building a magic, a discrete tower of magic and(as i guess) |
| when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall |
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crumble the mouth-flower fleet He'll not my tower, laborious, casual |
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where the surrounded smile hangs |
| breathless |
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