i like

by E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings

I like
to think that on
the flower you gave me when we
loved the far-
departed mouth sweetly-saluted
If one marvel
seeing the hunger of my
lips for a dead thing,
i shall instruct
him silently with becoming
steps to seek
your face and i
entreat, by certain foolish perfect
dead too,
if that he come receive
him as your lover sumptuously
being kind
because i trust him to
your grace, and for
in his own land
he is called death.

Last updated January 14, 2019