E. E. Cummings

A Thing Most New Complete Fragile Intense

a thing most new complete fragile intense, which wholly trembling memory undertakes —your kiss,the little pushings of flesh,makes my body sorry when the minute moon is a remarkable splinter in the quick of twilight ….or if sunsets utters one unhurried muscled huge chromatic fist skilfully modeling silence —to feel how through the stopped entire day horribly and seriously thrills the moment of enthusiastic space is a little wonderful, and say Perhaps her body touched me;and to face suddenly the lighted living hills

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