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E.E. Cummings
Nog maar een gedicht van een bijzondere dichter E.E. Cummings
Ik had weer eens zin in een mooi gedicht van de Amerikaanse dichter E.E. Cummings (1894-1962).
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I like mybody when its with your
body. It isso quite new a thing.
Musclesbetter and nerves more.
I like yourbody. I like what it does,
I like itshows. I like to feel the spine
of yourbody and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again andagain and again
kiss, Ilike kissing this and that of you,
I like,slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of yourelectric fur, and what-is-it comes
overparting flesh . And eyes big love-crumbs
Andpossibly I like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
.
For whom it may concern…
Elegy or eulogy?
I lament thedays to come
theyre empty and look
so useless without
your words they moved
my view of things and
anointed the way
I look towards life
and living in a broad
perspective it seems
in vain, so now all
thats left are forgotten
words memories of
brightness and a
sun that fades into
an ocean of emptiness
no flowers please
acquisitions are not
appreciated




