Sweet spontaneous spring @ Boston Public Garden


 sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
 
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
 
thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
 
beauty, how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
 
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
 
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
 
thou answerest 
them only with
spring)
~~e.e. cummings
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About Taline Voskeritchian

Writing teacher at Boston University; translator (from Arabic and Armenian); prose writer; occasional editor; incurable wanderer.
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