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from spiraling ecstatically

from spiraling ecstatically this

proud nowhere of earth's most prodigious night
blossoms a newborn babe: around him, eyes
–gifted with every keener appetite
than mere unmiracle can quite appease–
humbly in their imagined bodies kneel
(over time space doom dream while floats the whole

perhapsless mystery of paradise)

mind without soul may blast some universe
to might have been, and stop ten thousand stars
but not one heartbeat of this child; nor shall
even prevail a million questionings against the silence of his mother's smile
- whose only secret all creation sings.

e.e.cummings

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bratfarrar
Feb. 23rd, 2019 01:48 pm (UTC)
ooh--cummings' poems don't always work for me, this one most certainly does. "humbly in their imagined bodies kneel"--what a line.
marycatelli
Feb. 23rd, 2019 07:11 pm (UTC)
Glad you like it!
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