La Guerre (5) ee cummings
La Guerre
V
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
,had the haughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty ,how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffetting thee that thou mightiest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
Diary of a mad reader 