“i’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you / that i almost believe that they’re real”

[larryhammer]

For Poetry Monday, what else but another cummings love sonnet:

if i have made,my lady,intricate, e. e. cummings

if i have made,my lady,intricate
imperfect various things chiefly which wrong
your eyes(frailer than most deep dreams are frail)
songs less firm than your body’s whitest song
upon my mind—if i have failed to snare
the glance too shy—if through my singing slips
the very skilful strangeness of your smile
the keen primeval silence of your hair

—let the world say “his most wise music stole
nothing from death”—
                                  you only will create
(who are so perfectly alive)my shame:
lady through whose profound and fragile lips
the sweet small clumsy feet of April came

into the ragged meadow of my soul.


First published in his 1926 collection is 5.

---L.

Subject quote from Pictures of You, The Cure.

Comments

[larryhammer]

I get that.

[graydon]

thank you!

Single-word responses are not entirely optimal of comprehension.