by E. E. Cummings
woman this
my body
for it has
lain with empty arms
upon the giddy hills
to dream of you,
approve these
firm unsated
eyes
which have beheld
night's speechless carnival
the painting
of the dark
with meteors
streaming from playful
immortal hands
the bursting
of the wafted stars
(in time to come you shall
remember of this night amazing
ecstasies slowly,
in the glutted
heart fleet
flower terrible
memories
shall
rise, slowly
return upon the
red elected lips
scaleless visions)
Last updated January 14, 2019