E. E. Cummings

Voor de liefhebbers (en dat zijn er inmiddels al heel wat) hier nog zo’n prachtig gedicht van de Amerikaanse dichter E.E. Cummings (1894 – 1962).

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It may notalways be so; and I say

that ifyour lips, that I have loved, should touch

another’s,and your dear strong fingers clutch

his heart,as mine in time not far away;

if onanother’s face your sweet hair lay

in such asilence as I know, or such

greatwriting words as, uttering overmuch

standhelplessly before the spirit at bay

If thisshould be, I say if this should be,

you of myheart, send me a little word;

that I maygo unto him, and take his hands,

Saying, acceptall happiness from me.

Then shallI turn my face, and hear one bird

singterrible afar in the lost lands.