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larryhammerFor Poetry Monday:
“when the proficient poison sure sleep,” e. e. cummings
when the proficient poison sure sleep
bereaves us of our slow tranquillities
and He without Whose favour nothing is
(being of men called Love) upward doth leap
from the mute hugeness of depriving deep,
with thunder of those hungering wings of His,
into the lucent and large signories
—i shall not smile beloved;i shall not weep:
when from the less-then-whiteness of thy face
(whose eyes inherit vacancy) will time
extract his inconsiderable doom,
when these they lips beautifully embrace
nothing
and when thy bashful hands assume
silence beyond the mystery of rhyme
First published in XLI Poems in 1925, in a section of sonnets.
---L.
Subject quote from We Belong, Pat Benatar.
“when the proficient poison sure sleep,” e. e. cummings
when the proficient poison sure sleep
bereaves us of our slow tranquillities
and He without Whose favour nothing is
(being of men called Love) upward doth leap
from the mute hugeness of depriving deep,
with thunder of those hungering wings of His,
into the lucent and large signories
—i shall not smile beloved;i shall not weep:
when from the less-then-whiteness of thy face
(whose eyes inherit vacancy) will time
extract his inconsiderable doom,
when these they lips beautifully embrace
nothing
and when thy bashful hands assume
silence beyond the mystery of rhyme
First published in XLI Poems in 1925, in a section of sonnets.
---L.
Subject quote from We Belong, Pat Benatar.
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