Cummings, E. E. (Edward Estlin), 1894-1962.
Complete poems, 1904-1962/E.E. Cummings:
by George J. Firmage
Etcetera: The Unpublished Poems (1983)
POEMS FROM THE DIAL PAPERS, 1919-1920
XIII you said Is
you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.
….and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
moved as though
fingers touch a girl’s
Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered