my love is building a building
around you, a frail slippery
house, a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning
of your smile)a skilful uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)
my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)
when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall
crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He'll not my tower,
laborious, casual
where the surrounded smile
hangs
breathless
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Oh boy. This brought tears to my eyes, and I don't even know the reason as to why. I stumbled upon EE's work a while ago, bookmarked 1(a leaf falls) and moved on, but today I meandered around his work and fell deeper in love with his work than I could've imagined possible.... and this I found this. And I'm left breathless. My love is a building, and I'm building it around EE's words, so that I'll never lose them again.
Here's to loving Cummings forever.
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This is a really excellent poem, but you could've taken a bit more care typing it out - I'd like to see more capitals and the proper punctuation, if it doesnt seem rude of me to say.
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