if i believe

by E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings

if i believe
in death be sure
of this
it is
because you have loved me,
moon and sunset
stars and flowers
gold crescendo and silver muting
of seatides
i trusted not,
one night
when in my fingers
drooped your shining body
when my heart
sang between your perfect
darkness and beauty of stars
was on my mouth petals danced
against my eyes
and down
the singing reaches of
my soul
the green-
greeting pale-
departing irrevocable
i knew thee death.
and when
i have offered up each fragrant
night, when all my days
shall have before a certain
face become
from the ashes
thou wilt rise and thou
wilt come to her and brush
the mischief from her eyes and fold
mouth the new
flower with
thy unimaginable
wings, where dwells the breath
of all persisting stars

Last updated January 14, 2019