O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the doting
fingers of
prurient philosophies pinched
and poked
thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty . how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy
knees squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
o sweet spontaneous earth - e. e. cummings
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