e.e. cummings






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 with her face 
                           and all the while shall my heart be 
                           with the bulge and nuzzle of the sea