Thursday, November 02, 2006

it may not always be so (ee cummings)

it may not always be so;

and i say that if your lips,
which i have loved,
should touch another's,
and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart,
as mine in time not far away;

if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know,
or such great writhing words as,
uttering over much,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be, i say if this should be

--you of my heart,
send me a little word;
that i may go unto him,
and take his hands, saying,

Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face,
and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands.