may not always


flower yellow

it may not always be so ,and i say

that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch
another’s,and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart,as mine in time not far away
if on another’s face your sweet hair lay
in such silence as i know,or such
great writhing words as,uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay

if this should be,i say if this should be
you of my heart,send me a little word;
that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

~EE Cummings ~

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