E. E. Cummings

My Naked Lady Framed

my naked lady framed in twilight is an accident whose niceness betters easily the intent of genius— painting wholly feels ashamed before this music,and poetry cannot go near because perfectly fearful. meanwhile these speak her wonderful But i(having in my arms caught the picture)hurry it slowly to my mouth,taste the accurate demure ferocious rhythm of precise laziness.  Eat the price of an imaginable gesture exact warm unholy

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