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E. E. CUMMINGS


do you know? or maybe did
something go away
ever so quietly
when we weren't looking.


VI

when life is quite through with
and leaves say alas,
much is to do
for the swallow, that closes
a flight in the blue;

when love's had his tears out,
perhaps shall pass
a million years
(while a bee doses
on the poppies, the dears;

when all's done and said, and
under the grass
lies her head,
by oaks and roses
deliberated.)



VII

O Distinct
Lady of my unkempt adoration
if I have made
a fragile certain

song under the window of your soul
it is not like any songs
(the singers the others
they have been faithful